Love, All Alike, No Season Knows, Nor

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

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It.

Enjoyment Always Has A Spoiling, Otherwise It Cannot Be So.

How Many Times Go We To Comedies, To Masques, To Places Of Great And Noble Resort, Nay Even To Church Only To See The Company.

There Is Nothing That God Hath Established In A Constant Course Of Nature, And Which Therefore Is Done Every Day, But Would Seem A Miracle, And Exercise Our Admiration, If It Were Done But Once.