Gardens Were Before Gardeners, And

Age Doth Not Rectify, But Incurvate Our Natures, Turning Bad Dispositions Into Worser Habits.

Charity But How Shall We Expect Charity Towards Others, When We Are Uncharitable To Ourselves? Charity Begins At Home, Is The Voice Of The World; Yet Is Every Man His Greatest Enemy, And, As It Were, His Own Executioner.

The Heart Of Man Is The Place The Devil Dwells In; I Feel Sometimes A Hell Within Myself.

The Long Habit Of Living Indisposeth Us For Dying.

Let Any Stranger Find Mee So Pleasant A County, Such Good Way, Large Heath, Three Such Places As Norwich, Yar. And Lin. In Any County Of England, And I'll Bee Once Again A Vagabond To Visit Them.