With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.
No one should approach the temple of science with the soul of a money changer.
He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe.
Age doth not rectify, but incurvate our natures, turning bad dispositions into worser habits.
Affection should not be too sharp eyed, and love is not made by magnifying glasses.
I am not so much afraid of death, as ashamed thereof, 'tis the very disgrace and ignominy of our natures.