We Term Sleep A Death,

A Little Water Makes A Sea, A Small Puff Of Wind A Tempest.

They Do Most By Books, Who Could Do Much Without Them, And He That Chiefly Owes Himself Unto Himself, Is The Substantial Man.

I Am In No Way Facetious, Nor Disposed For The Mirth And Galliardize Of Company, Yet In One Dream I Can Compose A Whole Comedy, Behold The Action, Apprehend The Jests, And Laugh Myself Awake At The Conceits Thereof.

Gravestones Tell Truth Scarce Forty Years.

There Is No Royal Road Or Ready Way To Virtue.