We Term Sleep A Death

Where We Desire To Be Informed 'tis Good To Contest With Men Above Ourselves; But To Confirm And Establish Our Opinions, 'tis Best To Argue With Judgments Below Our Own, That The Frequent Spoils And Victories Over Their Reasons May Settle In Ourselves An Esteem And Confirmed Opinion Of Our Own.

There Is Music Wherever There Is Harmony, Order And Proportion; And Thus Far We May Maintain The Music Of The Spheres; For Those Well Ordered Motions, And Regular Paces, Though They Give No Sound Unto The Ear, Yet To The Understanding They Strike A Note Most Full Of Harmony.

Let Any Stranger Find Mee So Pleasant A County, Such Good Way, Large Heath, Three Such Places As Norwich, Yar. And Lin. In Any County Of England, And I'll Bee Once Again A Vagabond To Visit Them.

If Riches Increase, Let Thy Mind Hold Pace With Them; And Think It Not Enough To Be Liberal, But Munificent.

Men That Look No Further Than Their Outsides, Think Health An Appurtenance Unto Life, And Quarrel With Their Constitutions For Being Sick; But I That Have Examined The Parts Of Man, And Know Upon What Tender Filaments That Fabric Hangs, Do Wonder That We Are Not Always So; And Considering The Thousand Doors That Lead To Death, Do Thank My God That We Can Die But Once.