Gardens were before gardeners, and but some hours after the earth.
Life is a pure flame and we live by an invisible sun within us.
Many-have too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.
The service of love is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life, nor is there anything that will more deject his cool'd imagination, when he shall consider what an odd and unworthy piece of folly he hath committed.
Affection should not be too sharp eyed, and love is not made by magnifying glasses.
We censure others but as they disagree from that humor which we fancy laudable in ourselves, and commend others but for that wherein they seem to quadrate and consent with us.