Age doth not rectify, but incurvate our natures, turning bad dispositions into worser habits.

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.

Gardens were before gardeners, and but some hours after the earth.

To extend our memories by monuments, whose death we daily pray for, and whose duration we cannot hope, without injury to our expectations in the advent of the last day, were a contradiction to our belief.

Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.

To be content with death may be better than to desire it.

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.