Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.
Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine all emergent differences there.
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.
Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
The day breaks not, it is my heart.