Times before you, when even the living men were Antiquities; when the living might exceed the dead, and to depart this world, could not be properly said, to go unto the greater number.

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

Circles and right lines limit and close all bodies, and the mortal right-lined circle must conclude and shut up all.

The noblest Digladiation is in the Theatre of ourselves.

Art is the perfection of nature, ... nature is the art of God.

Lord deliver me from myself.

Let age, not envy, draw wrinkles on thy cheeks.