Were The Happiness Of The

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

We All Labour Against Our Own Cure, For Death Is The Cure Of All Diseases.

Forcible Ways Make Not An End Of Evil, But Leave Hatred And Malice Behind Them.

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.

For The World, I Count It Not An Inn, But A Hospital; And A Place Not To Live, But To Die In.