Other Men's Crosses Are Not My Crosses.

To Rage, To Lust, To Write To, To Commend, All Is The Purlieu Of The God Of Love.

Death Comes Equally To Us All, And Makes Us All Equal When It Comes.

He That Desires To Print A Book, Should Much More Desire, To Be A Book.

Men Have Conceived A Twofold Use Of Sleep; It Is A Refreshing Of The Body In This Life, And A Preparing Of The Soul For The Next.

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.