Though I Am Not Naturally Honest, I

Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will Be Too Long.

Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways.

For We, Which Now Behold These Present Days, Have Eyes To Wonder, But Lack Tongues To Praise.

. . . Nothing In His Life Became Him Like The Leaving It; He Died As One That Had Been Studied In His Death To Throw Away The Dearest Thing He Owed, As 'twere A Careless Trifle.

Value Dwells Not In Particular Will; It Holds His Estimate And Dignity As Well Wherein 'tis Precious Of Itself As In The Prizer.