Every age hath its own problem, and every soul its particular aspiration.
The spirit of Greece, passing through and ascending above the world, hath so animated universal nature, that the very rocks and woods, the very torrents and wilds burst forth with it.
Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
Who so desireth to know what will be hereafter, let him think of what is past, for the world hath ever been in a circular revolution; whatsoever is now, was heretofore; and things past or present, are no other than such as shall be again: Redit orbis in orbem.
The resolved mind hath no cares.
Let dogs delight to bark and bite, for God hath made them so.
Who hath none to still him, may weepe out his eyes. [Who hath none to still him, may weep out his eyes. ]
Many think, because your skins are tinged with a sable hue, that you are an inferior race of beings; but God does not consider you as such. . . . he hath made all men free and equal. Then why should one worm say to another, 'Keep you down there, while I sit up yonder; for I am better than thou?
And though my Lord hath lost his estate and been banished out of his country, yet neither despised poverty nor pinching necessity could make him break the bonds of friendship or weaken his loyal duty.
Nature proceeds little by little from things lifeless to animal life in such a way that it is impossible to determine the exact line ure hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the Art of God.
Sassafras wood boiled down to a kind of tea, and tempered with an infusion of milk and sugar hath to some a delicacy beyond the China luxury.
Man is nothing: he hath a free will to go to hell, but none to go to heaven, till God worketh in him to will and to do his good pleasure.
The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.
A man too careful of danger liveth in continual torment, But a cheerful expecter of the best hath a fountain of joy within him.
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
How endless is that volume which God hath written of the world! Every creature is a letter, every day a new page.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?
Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him.