I would not live over my hours past ... not unto Cicero's ground because I have lived them well, but for fear I should live them worse.

Let the fruition of things bless the possession of them, and take no satisfaction in dying but living rich.

For there is a music wherever there is a harmony, order, or proportion, and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.

Praise is a debt we owe unto the virtue of others, and due unto our own from all whom malice hath not made mutes, or envy struck dumb.

A man is never alone, not only because he is with himself and his own thoughts, but because he is with the Devil, who ever consorts with our solitude.

Charity But how shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves? Charity begins at home, is the voice of the world; yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner.

Whosoever enjoys not this life, I count him but an apparition, though he wear about him the sensible affections of flesh. In these moral acceptions, the way to be immortal is to die daily.