"For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and e…"

"Hence, vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys!"

"Confusion worse confounded."

"But O, the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return!"

"Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well, how long or short permit to heaven."