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But Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave, Solemnizing Nativities And Deaths With Equal Lustre, Nor Omitting Ceremonies Of Bravery, In The Infamy Of His Nature. Life Is A Pure Flame, And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.

I Believe The World Grows Near Its End, Yet Is Neither Old Nor Decayed, Nor Will Ever Perish Upon The Ruins Of Its Own Principles.

Affection Should Not Be Too Sharp Eyed, And Love Is Not Made By Magnifying Glasses.

Thus Is Man That Great And True Amphibium, Whose Nature Is Disposed To Live, Not Onely Like Other Creatures In Divers Elements, But In Divided And Distinguished Worlds: For Though There Be But One To Sense, There Are Two To Reason, The One Visible, The Other Invisible.

Tis Hard To Find A Whole Age To Imitate, Or What Century To Propose For Example.