(death Is) A Leap Into The Dark.

It Is The Common Wonder Of All Men, How Among So Many Million Faces, There Should Be None Alike.

I Can Hardly Thinke There Was Any Scared Into Heaven; They Go The Surest Way To Heaven Who Would Serve God Without A Hell; Other Mercenaries, That Crouch Unto Him In Feare Of Hell, Though They Terme Themselves Servants, Are Indeed But The Slaves Of The Almighty.

The Religion Of One Seems Madness Unto Another.

Sleep Is A Death, O Make Me Try By Sleeping, What It Is To Die, And As Gently Lay My Head On My Grave, As Now My Bed.

Things Evidently False Are Not Only Printed, But Many Things Of Truth Most Falsely Set Forth.