There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.
Since women do most delight in revenge, it may seem but feminine manhood to be vindictive.
The discourses of the table among true loving friends are held in strict silence.
Do the devils lie? No; for then even hell could not subsist.
The noblest Digladiation is in the Theatre of ourselves.
Were the happiness of the next world is as closely apprehended as the felicities of this, it were a martyrdom to live.