Gardens Were Before Gardeners, And But Some

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

Were The Happiness Of The Next World Is As Closely Apprehended As The Felicities Of This, It Were A Martyrdom To Live.

Not To Be Content With Life Is The Unsatisfactory State Of Those Which Destroy Themselves; Who Being Afraid To Live, Run Blindly Upon Their Own Death, Which No Man Fears By Experience.

(death Is) A Leap Into The Dark.

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