Light Is The Shadow Of God.

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.

To Be Content With Death May Be Better Than To Desire It.

The Long Habit Of Living Indisposeth Us For Dying.

Flattery Is A Juggler, And No Kin Unto Sincerity.

There Is Musick, Even In The Beauty And The Silent Note Which Cupid Strikes, Far Sweeter Than The Sound Of An Instrument.