I Love Thee Like Puddings; If Thou

A Multitude Of Words Doth Rather Obscure Than Illustrate, They Being A Burden To The Memory, And The First Apt To Be Forgotten, Before We Come To The Last. So That He That Uses Many Words For The Explaining Of Any Subject, Doth, Like The Cuttle-fish, Hide Himself, For The Most Part, In His Own Ink.

There Is For A Free Man No Occupation More Worthy And Delightful Than To Contemplate The Beauteous Works Of Nature And Honor The Infinite Wisdom And Goodness Of God.

The Wind In A Man's Face Makes Him Wise.

Lean Liberty Is Better Than Fat Slavery

Many Without Punishment, None Without Sin.