Who Knows Whether The Best Of Men

Let The Fruition Of Things Bless The Possession Of Them, And Take No Satisfaction In Dying But Living Rich.

Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let Out Life. I Shall Find One.

Should Your Riches Increase, Let Your Mind Keep Pace With Them.

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

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.