Human Nature Is Fond Of Novelty.

Our Civilization Depends Largely On Paper.

An Object In Possession Seldom Retains The Same Charm That It Had In Pursuit.

Many Other Means There Be, That Promise The Foreknowledge Of Things To Come: Besides The Raising Up And Conjuring Of Ghosts Departed, The Conference Also With Familiars And Spirits Infernal. And All These Were Found Out In Our Days, To Be No Better Than Vanities And False Illusions.

Suicide Is A Privilege Of Man Which Deity Does Not Possess.

Lust Is An Enemy To The Purse, A Foe To The Person, A Canker To The Mind, A Corrosive To The Conscience, A Weakness Of The Wit, A Besotter Of The Senses, And Finally, A Mortal Bane To All The Body.