Half Our Days We Pass In The

For God Is Like A Skilfull Geometrician.

Do The Devils Lie? No; For Then Even Hell Could Not Subsist.

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.

Half Our Days We Pass In The Shadow Of The Earth; And The Brother Of Death Exacteth A Third Part Of Our Lives.

Oblivion Is Not To Be Hired.