Do The Devils Lie? No; For Then

With What Shift And Pains We Come Into The World We Remember Not; But 'tis Commonly Found No Easy Matter To Get Out Of It.

Light Is But The Shadow Of God.

The Man Without A Navel Still Lives In Me.

Half Our Days We Pass In The Shadow Of The Earth; And The Brother Of Death Exacteth A Third Part Of Our Lives.

Men Live By Intervals Of Reason Under The Sovereignty Of Humor And Passion.