Men have lost their reason in nothing so much as their religion, wherein stones and clouts make martyrs.

But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.

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.

Flattery is a juggler, and no kin unto sincerity.

There is something in us that can be without us, and will be after us, though indeed it hath no history of what it was before us, and cannot tell how it entered into us.

Many-have too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.

Let age, not envy, draw wrinkles on thy cheeks.