No Man Can Justly Censure

He Is Rich Who Hath Enough To Be Charitable.

We Term Sleep A Death By Which We May Be Literally Said To Die Daily; In Fine, So Like Death, I Dare Not Trust It Without My Prayers.

Things Evidently False Are Not Only Printed, But Many Things Of Truth Most Falsely Set Forth.

The Service Of Love Is The Foolishest Act A Wise Man Commits In All His Life, Nor Is There Anything That Will More Deject His Cool'd Imagination, When He Shall Consider What An Odd And Unworthy Piece Of Folly He Hath Committed.

It Is We That Are Blind, Not Fortune.