The world, which took six days to make, is likely to take us six thousand years to make out.

Men that look no further than their outsides, think health an appurtenance unto life, and quarrel with their constitutions for being sick; but I that have examined the parts of man, and know upon what tender filaments that fabric hangs, do wonder that we are not always so; and considering the thousand doors that lead to death, do thank my God that we can die but once.

There is musick, even in the beauty and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.

To me avarice seems not so much a vice as a deplorable piece of madness.

I can cure the gout or stone in some, sooner than Divinity, Pride, or Avarice in others.

To make an end of all things on Earth, and our Planetical System of the World, he (God) need but put out the Sun.

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