I Am Not So Much Afraid Of

We Censure Others But As They Disagree From That Humor Which We Fancy Laudable In Ourselves, And Commend Others But For That Wherein They Seem To Quadrate And Consent With Us.

Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave.

Lord Deliver Me From Myself.

Grave-stones Tell Truth Scarce Forty Years. Generations Pass While Families Last Not Three Oaks.

The Heart Of Man Is The Place The Devil Dwells In; I Feel Sometimes A Hell Within Myself.