A Wise Man Is Out Of The

I Can Hardly Thinke There Was Any Scared Into Heaven; They Go The Surest Way To Heaven Who Would Serve God Without A Hell; Other Mercenaries, That Crouch Unto Him In Feare Of Hell, Though They Terme Themselves Servants, Are Indeed But The Slaves Of The Almighty.

By Compassion We Make Others' Misery Our Own, And So, By Relieving Them, We Relieve Ourselves Also.

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

Obstinacy In A Bad Cause Is But Constancy In A Good.

The Noblest Digladiation Is In The Theatre Of Ourselves.