For My Part, I Have

Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave.

There Are Wonders In True Affection. It Is A Body Of Enigmas, Mysteries, And Riddles, Wherein Two So Become One, As They Both Become Two.

I Am Not So Much Afraid Of Death, As Ashamed Thereof, 'tis The Very Disgrace And Ignominy Of Our Natures.

Circles And Right Lines Limit And Close All Bodies, And The Mortal Right-lined Circle Must Conclude And Shut Up All.

He Who Must Needs Have Company, Must Needs Have Sometimes Bad Company.