The Divisions Of Science Are Not Like

Dreams, And Predictions Of Astrology....ought To Serve But For Winter Talk By The Fireside.

The Poets Did Well To Conjoin Music And Medicine, In Apollo, Because The Office Of Medicine Is But To Tune The Curious Harp Of Man's Body And Reduce It To Harmony.

Silence Is The Virtue Of Fools.

The Joys Of Parents Are Secret, And So Are Their Grieves And Fears.

There Were Taken Apples, And ... Closed Up In Wax. ... After A Month's Space, The Apple Inclosed In Was Was As Green And Fresh As The First Putting In, And The Kernals Continued White. The Cause Is, For That All Exclusion Of Open Air, Which Is Ever Predatory, Maintaineth The Body In Its First Freshness And Moisture.