Were The Happiness Of The

I Have Loved My Friends As I Do Virtue, My Soul, My God.

No Man Can Justly Censure Or Condemn Another, Because Indeed No Man Truly Knows Another.

And Surely, He That Hath Taken The True Altitude Of Things, And Rightly Calculated The Degenerate State Of This Age, Is Not Like To Envy Those That Shall Live In The Next, Much Less Three Or Four Hundred Years Hence, When No Man Can Comfortably Imagine What Face This World Will Carry.

We All Labour Against Our Own Cure, For Death Is The Cure Of All Diseases.

The Long Habit Of Living Indisposeth Us For Dying.