Light That Makes Things Seen, Makes Some

Rich With The Spoils Of Nature.

To Ruminate Upon Evils, To Make Critical Notes Upon Injuries, And Be Too Acute In Their Apprehensions, Is To Add Unto Our Own Tortures, To Feather The Arrows Of Our Enemies, To Lash Ourselves With The Scorpions Of Our Foes, And To Resolve To Sleep No More.

Festination May Prove Precipitation; Deliberating Delay May Be Wise Cunctation.

Let Any Stranger Find Mee So Pleasant A County, Such Good Way, Large Heath, Three Such Places As Norwich, Yar. And Lin. In Any County Of England, And I'll Bee Once Again A Vagabond To Visit Them.

Times Before You, When Even The Living Men Were Antiquities; When The Living Might Exceed The Dead, And To Depart This World, Could Not Be Properly Said, To Go Unto The Greater Number.