Divine Ashes Are Better Then

Law Sutes Consume Time, And Mony, And Rest, And Friends.

No Church-yard Is So Handsom, That A Man Would Desire Straight To Bee Buried There. [no Churchyard Is So Handsome That A Man Would Desire Straight To Be Buried There.]

The Eyes Have One Language Everywhere.

We Batchelors Laugh And Shew Our Teeth, But You Married Men Laugh Till Your Hearts Ake.

In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself.