All The Wonders You Seek Are Within

I Can Hardly Thinke There Was Any Scared Into Heaven; They Go The Surest Way To Heaven Who Would Serve God Without A Hell; Other Mercenaries, That Crouch Unto Him In Feare Of Hell, Though They Terme Themselves Servants, Are Indeed But The Slaves Of The Almighty.

Let Any Stranger Find Mee So Pleasant A County, Such Good Way, Large Heath, Three Such Places As Norwich, Yar. And Lin. In Any County Of England, And I'll Bee Once Again A Vagabond To Visit Them.

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

Life Itself Is But The Shadow Of Death, And Souls Departed But The Shadows Of The Living.

Things Evidently False Are Not Only Printed, But Many Things Of Truth Most Falsely Set Forth.