Doth Not A Man Die

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

And New Philosophy Calls All In Doubt, The Element Of Fire Is Quite Put Out; The Sun Is Lost, And The Earth, And No Mans Wit Can Well Direct Him Where To Look For It.

Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve

It Is Too Little To Call Man A Little World; Except God, Man Is A Diminutive To Nothing.

Humiliation Is The Beginning Of Sanctification.