Gravestones Tell Truth Scarce Forty Years.

For My Part, I Have Ever Believed, And Do Now Know, That There Are Witches.

Let Age, Not Envy, Draw Wrinkles On Thy Cheeks.

That Miracles Have Been, I Do Believe; That They May Yet Be Wrought By The Living, I Do Not Deny: But Have No Confidence In Those Which Are Fathered On The Dead.

To Me Avarice Seems Not So Much A Vice As A Deplorable Piece Of Madness.

Circles And Right Lines Limit And Close All Bodies, And The Mortal Right-lined Circle Must Conclude And Shut Up All.