Things evidently false are not only printed, but many things of truth most falsely set forth.

To call ourselves a Microcosme, or little world, I thought it onely a pleasant trope of Rhetorick, till my neare judgement and second thoughts told me there was a reall truth therein: for first wee are a rude masse, and in the ranke of creatures, which only are, and have a dull kinde of being not yet priviledged with life, or preferred to sense or reason; next we live the life of plants, the life of animals, the life of men, and at last the life of spirits, running on in one mysterious nature those five kinds of existence, which comprehend the creatures not onely of world, but of the Universe.

What then is the wisdom of the times called old? Is it the wisdom of gray hairs? No. It is the wisdom of the cradle.

Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.

Should your riches increase, let your mind keep pace with them.

There is no royal road or ready way to virtue.

There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.