In These Matters The Only

When A Building Is About To Fall Down, All The Mice Desert It.

There Is An Herb Named In Latine Convolvulus (i.e. With Wind), Growing Among Shrubs And Bushes, With Carrieth A Flower Not Unlike To This Lilly, Save That It Yeeldeth No Smell Nor Hath Those Chives Within; For Whitenesse They Resemble One Another Very Much, As If Nature In Making This Floure Were A Learning And Trying Her Skill How To Frame The Lilly Indeed.

True Glory Consists In Doing What Deserves To Be Written, And Writing What Deserves To Be Read.

An Object In Possession Seldom Retains The Same Charm That It Had In Pursuit.

Nature Is To Be Found In Her Entirety Nowhere More Than In Her Smallest Creatures.