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

Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while families last not three oaks.

There is no such thing as solitude, nor anything that can be said to be alone and by itself but God, who is His own circle, and can subsist by Himself.

For my part, I have ever believed, and do now know, that there are witches.

Women do most delight in revenge.

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.

Light is but the shadow of God.