He That Desires To Print

A Man That Is Not Afraid Of A Lion Is Afraid Of A Cat .

Whilst My Physicians By Their Love Are Grown Cosmographers, And I Their Map, Who Lie Flat On This Bed.

For God's Sake Hold Your Tongue, And Let Me Love.

Licence My Roving Hands, And Let Them Go Before, Behind, Between, Above, Below.

All Mankind Is One Volume. When One Man Dies, A Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language. And Every Chapter Must Be Translated. God Employs Several Translators; Some Pieces Are Translated By Age, Some By Sickness, Some By War, Some By Justice. But God's Hand Shall Bind Up All Our Scattered Leaves Again For That Library Where Every Book Shall Live Open To One Another