Affliction Is A Treasure, And

Women Are Like The Arts, Forced Unto None, Open To All Searchers, Unprized, If Unknown.

We Study Health, And We Deliberate Upon Our Meats And Drink And Air And Exercises, And We Hew And We Polish Every Stone That Goes To That Building; And So Our Health Is A Long And Regular Work. But In A Minute A Cannon Batters All, Overthrows All, Demolishes All; A Sickness Unprevented For All Our Diligence, Unsuspected For All Our Curiosity, Nay, Undeserved, If We Consider Only Disorder, Summons Us, Seizes Us, Possesses Us, Destroys Us In An Instant.

He That Desires To Print A Book, Should Much More Desire, To Be A Book.

The Heavens Rejoice In Motion, Why Should I Abjure My So Much Loved Variety.

Love, All Alike, No Season Knows, Nor Clime, Nor Hours, Days, Months, Which Are The Rags Of Time.