Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

The evil that men do lives after them the good is oft interred with their bones.

An overflow of good converts to bad.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.