In Heaven It Is Always Autumn.

Who Are A Little Wise The Best Fools Be.

I Did Best When I Had Least Truth For My Subjects.

I Would Not That Death Should Take Me Asleep. I Would Not Have Him Merely Seize Me, And Only Declare Me To Be Dead, But Win Me, And Overcome Me. When I Must Shipwreck, I Would Do It In A Sea, Where Mine Impotency Might Have Some Excuse; Not In A Sullen Weedy Lake, Where I Could Not Have So Much As Exercise For My Swimming.

There Is No Health; Physicians Say That We, At Best, Enjoy But Neutrality.

Whilst My Physicians By Their Love Are Grown Cosmographers, And I Their Map, Who Lie Flat On This Bed.