I Envy No Man That Knows More

For God Is Like A Skilfull Geometrician.

He That Unburied Lies Wants Not His Hearse, For Unto Him A Tomb's The Universe.

He Who Must Needs Have Company, Must Needs Have Sometimes Bad Company.

We Censure Others But As They Disagree From That Humor Which We Fancy Laudable In Ourselves, And Commend Others But For That Wherein They Seem To Quadrate And Consent With Us.

I Believe The World Grows Near Its End, Yet Is Neither Old Nor Decayed, Nor Will Ever Perish Upon The Ruins Of Its Own Principles.