Rich with the spoils of nature.
To me avarice seems not so much a vice as a deplorable piece of madness.
The man without a navel still lives in me.
It is we that are blind, not fortune.
The service of love is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life, nor is there anything that will more deject his cool'd imagination, when he shall consider what an odd and unworthy piece of folly he hath committed.
Miserable men commiserate not themselves; bowelless unto others, and merciless unto their own bowels.