There Is Nothing Strictly Immortal, But Immortality.

Festination May Prove Precipitation; Deliberating Delay May Be Wise Cunctation.

Not To Be Content With Life Is The Unsatisfactory State Of Those Which Destroy Themselves; Who Being Afraid To Live, Run Blindly Upon Their Own Death, Which No Man Fears By Experience.

I Have Loved My Friends As I Do Virtue, My Soul, My God.

There Is A Rabble Among The Gentry As Well As The Commonalty; A Sort Of Plebeian Heads Whose Fancy Moves With The Same Wheel As These Men?in The Same Level With Mechanics, Though Their Fortunes Do Sometimes Gild Their Infirmities And Their Purses Compound For Their Follies.

Yet Is Every Man His Greatest Enemy, And, As It Were, His Own Executioner.