Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.
Circles and right lines limit and close all bodies, and the mortal right-lined circle must conclude and shut up all.
Tis hard to find a whole age to imitate, or what century to propose for example.
The vices we scoff at in others laugh at us within ourselves.
Forcible ways make not an end of evil, but leave hatred and malice behind them.
Do the devils lie? No; for then even hell could not subsist.