Though she be but little, she is fierce.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For one grape who will the vine destroy?
It's a pity that the rich have more freedom to hang or drown themselves than the rest of us Christians.
The malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper yours. Therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone.
It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance.