The weaker sex, to piety more prone, by rare examples, oft have been renown'd. When many murders were bewail'd by none, an isles whole men in blood by women drown'd.

While as he yet doth breath extend, no man is blest; behold the end.

The deepest rivers make least din, The silent soule doth most abound in care.

The stately heavens which glory doth array, are mirrors of God's admirable might; there, whence forth spreads the night, forth springs the day. He fix'd the fountains of this temporal light, where stately stars enstall'd, some stand, some stray, all sparks of his great power (though small) yet bright. By what none utter can, no, not conceive. All of his greatness, shadows may perceive.

Great conquests trouble, where contempt may please -- the one yields glory, and the other ease.

No town can keep a man, but men keep towns.

Not beauty, no, but virtue rais'd my fires, whose sacred flame did cherish chaste desires.