The Created World Is But

Yet Is Every Man His Greatest Enemy, And, As It Were, His Own Executioner.

... Indeed, What Reason May Not Go To School To The Wisdom Of Bees, Ants, And Spiders? What Wise Hand Teacheth Them To Do What Reason Cannot Teach Us? Ruder Heads Stand Amazed At Those Prodigious Pieces Of Nature, Whales, Elephants, Dromedaries, And Camels; These, I Confess, Are The Colossuses And Majestick Pieces Of Her Hand; But In These Narrow Engines There Is More Curious Mathematieks; And The Civility Of These Little Citizens More Neatly Sets Forth The Wisdom Of Their Maker.

To Ruminate Upon Evils, To Make Critical Notes Upon Injuries, And Be Too Acute In Their Apprehensions, Is To Add Unto Our Own Tortures, To Feather The Arrows Of Our Enemies, To Lash Ourselves With The Scorpions Of Our Foes, And To Resolve To Sleep No More.

Half Our Days We Pass In The Shadow Of The Earth; And The Brother Of Death Exacteth A Third Part Of Our Lives.

With What Shift And Pains We Come Into The World We Remember Not; But 'tis Commonly Found No Easy Matter To Get Out Of It.