Rich With The Spoils Of Nature.

Forcible Ways Make Not An End Of Evil, But Leave Hatred And Malice Behind Them.

As For Those Wingy Mysteries In Divinity, And Airy Subtleties In Religion, Which Have Unhinged The Brains Of Better Heads, They Never Stretched The Pia Mater Of Mine; Methinks There Be Not Impossibilities Enough In Religion For An Active Faith.

Where I Cannot Satisfy My Reason, I Love To Humour My Fancy.

We Carry Within Us The Wonders We Seek Without Us.

Times Before You, When Even The Living Men Were Antiquities; When The Living Might Exceed The Dead, And To Depart This World, Could Not Be Properly Said, To Go Unto The Greater Number.