Let age, not envy, draw wrinkles on thy cheeks.

It is we that are blind, not fortune; because our eye is too dim to discern the mystery of her effects, we foolishly paint her blind, and hoodwink the providence of the Almighty.

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

Affection should not be too sharp eyed, and love is not made by magnifying glasses.

Age doth not rectify, but incurvate our natures, turning bad dispositions into worser habits.

Natura nihil agit frustra [Nature does nothing in vain] is the only indisputible axiom in philosophy. There are no grotesques in nature; not any thing framed to fill up empty cantons, and unncecessary spaces.

Yes, even amongst wiser militants, how many wounds have been given, and credits slain, for the poor victory of an opinion, or beggarly conquest of a distinction.