We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.

We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.

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

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.

A diamond, which is the hardest of stones, not yielding unto steel, emery or any other thing, is yet made soft by the blood of a goat.

There is no such thing as solitude, nor anything that can be said to be alone and by itself but God, who is His own circle, and can subsist by Himself.

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.