Physicians Have This Advantage: The Sun Lights

I Seek In The Reading Of Books, Only To Please Myself, By An Honest Diversion.

Poverty Of Goods Is Easily Cured; Poverty Of Soul, Impossible.

Men Throw Themselves On Foreign Assistances To Spare Their Own, Which, After All, Are The Only Certain And Sufficient Ones.

The World Is But A Perpetual See-saw.

It Is A Sign Of Contraction Of The Mind When It Is Content, Or Of Weariness.