Talking much is a sign of vanity, for the one who is lavish with words is cheap in deeds.

If thou marry beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which, perchance, will neither last nor please thee one year.

O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hath cast out of the world and despised. Thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet!

Give my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.

I shall never be persuaded that God hath shut up all light of learning within the lantern of Aristotle's brain.

There never was a man of solid understanding, whose apprehensions are sober, and by a pensive inspection advised, but that he hath found by an irresistible necessity one true God and everlasting being.