My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both

Death Comes Equally To Us All, And Makes Us All Equal When It Comes.

Young Men Mend Not Their Sight By Using Old Men's Spectacles.

At Most, The Greatest Persons Are But Great Wens, And Excrescences; Men Of Wit And Delightful Conversation, But As Morals For Ornament, Except They Be So Incorporated Into The Body Of The World That They Contribute Something To The Sustentation Of The Whole.

Licence My Roving Hands, And Let Them Go Before, Behind, Between, Above, Below.

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