I Observe The Physician With The Same

No Man Is An Island, Entire Of Itself; Every Man Is A Piece Of The Continent.

All Kings, And All Their Favorites, All Glory Of Honors, Beauties, Wits, The Sun Itself, Which Makes Times, As They Pass, Is Elder By A Year, Now, Than It Was When Thou And I First One Another Saw: All Other Things, To Their Destruction Draw, Only Our Love Hath No Decay; This, No Tomorrow Hash, Nor Yesterday, Running, It Never Runs From Us Away, But Truly Keeps His First, Last, Everlasting Day.

. . . Change Is The Nursery Of Musicke, Joy, Life And Eternity.

Nothing But Man Of All Envenomed Things, Doth Work Upon Itself, With Inborn Stings.

A Mathematical Point Is The Most Indivisble And Unique Thing Which Art Can Present.