Our bodies are but the anvils of pain and disease and our minds the hives of unnumbered cares.

The necessity of war, which among human actions is the most lawless, hath some kind of affinity with the necessity of law.

Death, which hateth and destroyeth a man, is believed; God, which hath made him and loves him, is always deferred.

It is plain there is not in nature a point of stability to be found; everything either ascends or declines; when wars are ended abroad, sedition begins at home; and when men are freed from fighting for necessity, they quarrel through ambition.

Better were it to be unborn than to be ill bred.

Men endure the losses that befall them by mere casualty with more patience than the damages they sustain by injustice.

There is nothing exempt from the peril of mutation; the earth, heavens, and whole world is thereunto subject.