How shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves?

I can cure the gout or stone in some, sooner than Divinity, Pride, or Avarice in others.

The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel sometimes a hell within myself.

But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.

Circles and right lines limit and close all bodies, and the mortal right-lined circle must conclude and shut up all.

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

Nor do they speak properly who say that time consumeth all things; for time is not effective, nor are bodies destroyed by it.