I Am A Little World Made Cunningly.

No Man Is An Island Unto Himself.

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.

As Peace Is Of All Goodness, So War Is An Emblem, A Hieroglyphic, Of All Misery.

Pleasure Is None, If Not Diversified.

Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve, And Doth Fulfil All Offices Of Death, Except To Kill.