I Have Often Admired The

They Do Most By Books, Who Could Do Much Without Them, And He That Chiefly Owes Himself Unto Himself, Is The Substantial Man.

Sleep Is A Death, O Make Me Try By Sleeping, What It Is To Die, And As Gently Lay My Head On My Grave, As Now My Bed.

The Mortalist Enemy Unto Knowledge, And That Which Hath Done The Greatest Execution Unto Truth, Has Been A Preemptory Adhesion Unto Authority.

With What Shift And Pains We Come Into The World We Remember Not; But 'tis Commonly Found No Easy Matter To Get Out Of It.

Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave.