How Many Times Go We To Comedies,

Yesternight The Sun Went Hence, And Yet Is Here Today.

And New Philosophy Calls All In Doubt, The Element Of Fire Is Quite Put Out; The Sun Is Lost, And The Earth, And No Mans Wit Can Well Direct Him Where To Look For It.

At Most, The Greatest Persons Are But Great Wens, And Excrescences; Men Of Wit And Delightful Conversation, But As Morals For Ornament, Except They Be So Incorporated Into The Body Of The World That They Contribute Something To The Sustentation Of The Whole.

Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not Threatened In Hell Itself.

I Shall Not Live 'till I See God; And When I Have Seen Him, I Shall Never Die.