He who must needs have company, must needs have sometimes bad company.

There is musick, even in the beauty and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.

Nature proceeds little by little from things lifeless to animal life in such a way that it is impossible to determine the exact line ure hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the Art of God.

Every Country hath its Machiavel.

Affection should not be too sharp eyed, and love is not made by magnifying glasses.

With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.

Gold once out of the earth is no more due unto it; what was unreasonably committed to the ground, is reasonably resumed from it; let monuments and rich fabricks, not riches, adorn men's ashes.