“Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.”

“What's this flesh? A little cruded milkFantastical puff-paste. Our bodies are weaker than thosePaper prisons boys use to keep flies in; more contemptible,Since our is to preserve earth-worms. Didst thou ever seen A lark in a cage? Such is the soul in the body: this worldIs like her little turf of grass, and the heaven o'er our heads Like her looking-glass, only gives us a miserable knowledge Of the small compass of our prison.”

“What! because we are poor Shall we be vicious?”

“What a strange creature is a laughing fool,As if a man were created to no useBut only to show his teeth.”

“Do you not weep? Other sins only speak, murder shreaks out:The element of water moistens the earth,But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.”

“When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.”

“The chiefest action for a man of great spirit is never to be out of action... the soul was never put into the body to stand still.”