There Will Be Plenty Of

All Wars Are Follies, Very Expensive And Very Mischievous Ones.

He That Is Conscious Of A Stink In His Breeches Is [suspicious] Of Every Wrinkle In Another's Nose.

It Is The Will Of God And Nature That These Mortal Bodies Be Laid Aside, When The Soul Is To Enter Into Real Life; 'tis Rather An Embrio State, A Preparation For Living; A Man Is Not Completely Born Until He Be Dead: Why Then Should We Grieve That A New Child Is Born Among The Immortals?

He That Speaks Much, Is Much Mistaken.

What One Relishes, Nourishes.