(death Is) A Leap Into The Dark.

Many-have Too Rashly Charged The Troops Of Error, And Remain As Trophies Unto The Enemies Of Truth.

I Had Rather Stand The Shock Of A Basilisk Than The Fury Of A Merciless Pen.

Yes, Even Amongst Wiser Militants, How Many Wounds Have Been Given, And Credits Slain, For The Poor Victory Of An Opinion, Or Beggarly Conquest Of A Distinction.

Therefore For Spirits, I Am So Far From Denying Their Existence That I Could Easily Believe, That Not Only Whole Countries, But Particular Persons, Have Their Tutelary And Guardian Angels.

It Is The Common Wonder Of All Men, How Among So Many Million Faces, There Should Be None Alike.