Man is not only a contributary creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself; and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.

There is in every miracle a silent chiding of the world, and a tacit reprehension of them who require, or who need miracles.

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.

Is there not yet oppression in the country? A starving of men and pampering of dogs?

The distance from nothing to a little, is ten thousand times more, than from it to the highest degree in this life.

The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.

Be thine own palace, or the worlds thy jail.

Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

Whoever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea for nothing but to make him sick.