Wicked Is Not Much Worse

All Our Life Is But A Going Out To The Place Of Execution, To Death.

As Soon As There Was Two There Was Pride.

There Is Nothing That God Hath Established In A Constant Course Of Nature, And Which Therefore Is Done Every Day, But Would Seem A Miracle, And Exercise Our Admiration, If It Were Done But Once.

Death Is An Ascension To A Better Library.

All Other Things To Their Destruction Draw, Only Our Love Hath No Decay.