There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.

God hath varied the inclinations of men according to the variety of actions to be performed.

There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.

There is a rabble among the gentry as well as the commonalty; a sort of plebeian heads whose fancy moves with the same wheel as these men?in the same level with mechanics, though their fortunes do sometimes gild their infirmities and their purses compound for their follies.

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

We censure others but as they disagree from that humor which we fancy laudable in ourselves, and commend others but for that wherein they seem to quadrate and consent with us.

There is nothing strictly immortal, but immortality. Whatever hath no beginning may be confident of no end.