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There Is An Herb Named In Latine Convolvulus (i.e. With Wind), Growing Among Shrubs And Bushes, With Carrieth A Flower Not Unlike To This Lilly, Save That It Yeeldeth No Smell Nor Hath Those Chives Within; For Whitenesse They Resemble One Another Very Much, As If Nature In Making This Floure Were A Learning And Trying Her Skill How To Frame The Lilly Indeed.

Nature Has Given Man No Better Thing Than Shortness Of Life.

Nothing Is So Unequal As Equality.

The Depth Of Darkness To Which You Can Descend And Still Live Is An Exact Measure Of The Height To Which You Can Aspire To Reach.

Indeed, What Is There That Does Not Appear Marvelous When It Comes To Our Knowledge For The First Time? How Many Things, Too, Are Looked Up On As Quite Impossible Until They Have Been Actually Effected?