"Truth, indeed, came once into the world with her divine master, and was a perfect shape most glorious to look on: but when he ascended, and his apostles after him were laid asleep, then straight arose…"

"What if the sun be dark’ned in his sphere, And with no chearful ray salute the spring?"

"Confusion worse confounded."

"To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering."

"How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh, and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns."