Our immortal souls, while righteous, are by God himself beautified with the title of his own image and similitude.

All men are evil and will declare themselves to be so when occasion is offered.

But it is hard to know them from friends, they are so obsequious and full of protestations; for a wolf resembles a dog, so doth a flatterer a friend.

But true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning.

Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.

Our souls, piercing through the impurity of flesh, behold the highest heaven, and thence bring knowledge to contemplate the ever-during, glory and termless joy.

A man must first govern himself ere he is fit to govern a family; and his family ere he be fit to bear the government of the commonwealth.