If we should look under the skirt of the prosperous and prevailing tyrant, we should find, even in the days of his joys, such allays and abatements of his pleasure, as may serve to represent him presently miserable, besides his final infelicities.... And although all tyrants have not imaginative and fantastic consciences, yet all tyrants shall die and come to judgment; and such a man is not to be feared, not at all to be envied. And, in the mean time, can he be said to escape who hath an unquiet conscience, who is already designed for hell, he whom God hates, and the people curse, and who hath an evil name, and against whom all good men pray, and many desire to fight, and all wish him destroyed, and some contrive to do it? Is this a blessed man?
JEREMY TAYLOR, Sermon XXXV, The Sermons of the Right Rev. Jeremy Taylor
In those rituals which are ministries of grace no man must interpose anything that can alter any part of the institution, or make a change or variety in that which is of divine appointment.
JEREMY TAYLOR, attributed, Day's Collacon
Enjoy the present, whatsoever it be, and be not solicitous about the future.
JEREMY TAYLOR, attributed, Day's Collacon
Modesty is the appendage of sobriety, and is to chastity, to temperance, and to humility as fringes are to a garment.
JEREMY TAYLOR, The Rule and Exercises of Holy Living and Dying
Every creature hath instinct.
JEREMY TAYLOR, attributed, Day's Collacon
The death of the righteous is like the descending of ripe and wholesome fruits from a pleasant and florid tree; our senses entire, our limbs unbroken, without horrid tortures, after provision made for our children, with a blessing entailed upon posterity, in the presence of our friends, our dearest relative closing up our eyes and binding our feet, leaving a good name behind us. O let my soul die such a death! for this, in whole or in part, according as God sees it good, is the manner that the righteous die.
JEREMY TAYLOR, The Whole Works of the Right Rev. Jeremy Taylor
The love of gold is a vertiginous pool, sucking all into it to destroy it; it is troubled and uneven, giddy and unsafe, serving no end but its own, and that also in a restless and uneasy motion.
JEREMY TAYLOR, attributed, Day's Collacon
Laughing, if loud, ends with a deep sigh; and all pleasures have a sting in the tail, though they carry beauty in the face.