Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most, ha?
The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope.
That modesty may more betray our sense than woman’s lightness? Having waste ground enough, shall we desire to raze the sanctuary, and pitch our evils there?
Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy.
Thus can the demi-god Authority make us pay down for our offence by weight.
The jewel that we find, we stoop and take it because we see it; but what we do not see we tread upon, and never think of it.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
O! it is excellent to have a giant’s strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
O, what may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!
O, fie, fie, fie! Thy sin’s not accidental, but a trade.
