The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in that invisible fabric.
He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe.
It is we that are blind, not fortune.
Should your riches increase, let your mind keep pace with them.
Women do most delight in revenge.
Whosoever enjoys not this life, I count him but an apparition, though he wear about him the sensible affections of flesh. In these moral acceptions, the way to be immortal is to die daily.