To be nameless in worthy deeds exceeds an infamous history.

To me avarice seems not so much a vice as a deplorable piece of madness.

What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living: All things fall under this name. The Sun itself is but the dark simulacrum, and the light but the shadow of God.

As sins proceed they ever multiply, and like figures in arithmetic, the last stands for more than all that wert before it.

And surely, he that hath taken the true Altitude of Things, and rightly calculated the degenerate state of this Age, is not like to envy those that shall live in the next, much less three or four hundred Years hence, when no Man can comfortably imagine what Face this World will carry.

If riches increase, let thy mind hold pace with them; and think it not enough to be liberal, but munificent.