I am in no way facetious, nor disposed for the mirth and galliardize of company, yet in one dream I can compose a whole Comedy, behold the action, apprehend the jests, and laugh myself awake at the conceits thereof.

We term sleep a death, and yet it is waking that kills us, and destroys those spirits that are the house of life.

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

Nor do they speak properly who say that time consumeth all things; for time is not effective, nor are bodies destroyed by it.

Light that makes things seen, makes some things invisible.

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

To call ourselves a Microcosme, or little world, I thought it onely a pleasant trope of Rhetorick, till my neare judgement and second thoughts told me there was a reall truth therein: for first wee are a rude masse, and in the ranke of creatures, which only are, and have a dull kinde of being not yet priviledged with life, or preferred to sense or reason; next we live the life of plants, the life of animals, the life of men, and at last the life of spirits, running on in one mysterious nature those five kinds of existence, which comprehend the creatures not onely of world, but of the Universe.