Had Not Almost Every Man

Nature Proceeds Little By Little From Things Lifeless To Animal Life In Such A Way That It Is Impossible To Determine The Exact Line Ure Hath Made One World, And Art Another. In Brief, All Things Are Artificial; For Nature Is The Art Of God.

He That Unburied Lies Wants Not His Hearse, For Unto Him A Tomb's The Universe.

Charity Begins At Home, Is The Voice Of The World.

To Me Avarice Seems Not So Much A Vice As A Deplorable Piece Of Madness.

There Is Surely A Piece Of Divinity In Us, Something Was Before The Elements, And Owes No Homage Unto The Sun.