Consistency Is The Foundation Of Virtue.

The End Of Our Foundation Is The Knowledge Of Causes; And Secret Motions Of Things; And The Enlarging Of The Bounds Of Human Empire, To The Effecting Of All Things Possible.

Who Then To Frail Mortality Shall Trust But Limns The Water, Or But Writes In Dust.

All Colours Will Agree In The Dark.

That Which Above All Other Yields The Sweetest Smell In The Air Is The Violet.

It Is A Miserable State Of Mind To Have Few Things To Desire And Many Things To Fear.