It Is We That Are Blind, Not

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

There Is Surely A Piece Of Divinity In Us, Something Was Before The Elements, And Owes No Homage Unto The Sun.

Age Doth Not Rectify, But Incurvate Our Natures, Turning Bad Dispositions Into Worser Habits.

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

Content May Dwell In All Stations. To Be Low But Above Contempt May Be High Enough To Be Happy.