It Is A Strange Desire,

Gardening Is The Purest Of Human Pleasures.

Praise From The Common People Is Generally False, And Rather Follows The Vain Than The Virtuous.

I Work For Posterity, These Things Requiring Ages For Their Accomplishment.

Take An Arrow, And Hold It In Flame For The Space Of Ten Pulses, And When It Cometh Forth You Shall Find Those Parts Of The Arrow Which Were On The Outsides Of The Flame More Burned, Blacked, And Turned Almost To Coal, Whereas The Midst Of The Flame Will Be As If The Fire Had Scarce Touched It. This Is An Instance Of Great Consequence For The Discovery Of The Nature Of Flame; And Sheweth Manifestly, That Flame Burneth More Violently Towards The Sides Than In The Midst.

The Speaking In A Perpetual Hyperbole Is Comely In Nothing But Love.