Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living: All things fall under this name. The Sun itself is but the dark simulacrum, and the light but the shadow of God.

To be nameless in worthy deeds exceeds an infamous history.

All things began in Order, so shall they end, and so shall they begin again, according to the Ordainer of Order, and the mystical mathematicks of the City of Heaven.

To me avarice seems not so much a vice as a deplorable piece of madness.

A diamond, which is the hardest of stones, not yielding unto steel, emery or any other thing, is yet made soft by the blood of a goat.

Lord deliver me from myself.

There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.