The Created World Is But A Small

To Be Content With Death May Be Better Than To Desire It.

He That Unburied Lies Wants Not His Hearse, For Unto Him A Tomb's The Universe.

We All Labour Against Our Own Cure, For Death Is The Cure Of All Diseases.

I Cannot Tell By What Logic We Call A Toad, A Bear, Or An Elephant Ugly; They Being Created In Those Outward Shapes And Figures Which Best Express The Actions Of Their Inward Forms.

And Surely, He That Hath Taken The True Altitude Of Things, And Rightly Calculated The Degenerate State Of This Age, Is Not Like To Envy Those That Shall Live In The Next, Much Less Three Or Four Hundred Years Hence, When No Man Can Comfortably Imagine What Face This World Will Carry.