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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.

Men Have Lost Their Reason In Nothing So Much As Their Religion, Wherein Stones And Clouts Make Martyrs.

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

I Am Not So Much Afraid Of Death, As Ashamed Thereof, 'tis The Very Disgrace And Ignominy Of Our Natures.

I Have Often Admired The Mystical Way Of Pythagoras, And The Secret Magick Of Numbers.