Gravestones Tell Truth Scarce Forty Years.

As Sins Proceed They Ever Multiply, And Like Figures In Arithmetic, The Last Stands For More Than All That Wert Before It.

... Indeed, What Reason May Not Go To School To The Wisdom Of Bees, Ants, And Spiders? What Wise Hand Teacheth Them To Do What Reason Cannot Teach Us? Ruder Heads Stand Amazed At Those Prodigious Pieces Of Nature, Whales, Elephants, Dromedaries, And Camels; These, I Confess, Are The Colossuses And Majestick Pieces Of Her Hand; But In These Narrow Engines There Is More Curious Mathematieks; And The Civility Of These Little Citizens More Neatly Sets Forth The Wisdom Of Their Maker.

I Envy No Man That Knows More Than Myself, But Pity Them That Know Less.

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.

Praise Is A Debt We Owe Unto The Virtue Of Others, And Due Unto Our Own From All Whom Malice Hath Not Made Mutes, Or Envy Struck Dumb.