Death Pays All Debts.

Virtue Can Have Naught To Do With Ease. . . . It Craves A Steep And Thorny Path.

I See This Evident, That We Willingly Accord To Piety Only The Services That Flatter Our Passions.

A Man Should Ever, As Much As In Him Lieth, Be Ready Booted To Take His Journey, And Above All Things Look He Have Then Nothing To Do But With Himself.

And As Hearbes And Trees Are Bettered And Fortified By Being Transplanted, So Formes Of Speach Are Embellished And Graced By Variation.... As In Our Ordinary Language, We Shall Sometimes Meete With Excellent Phrases, And Quaint Metaphors, Whose Blithnesse Fadeth Through Age, And Colour Is Tarnish By To Common Using Them.

Not Because Socrates Said So,... I Look Upon All Men As My Compatriots.