Let Age, Not Envy, Draw Wrinkles On

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.

I Cannot Tell By What Logic We Call A Toad, A Bear, Or An Elephant Ugly; They Being Created In Those Outward Shapes And Figures Which Best Express The Actions Of Their Inward Forms.

No Man Can Justly Censure Or Condemn Another, Because Indeed No Man Truly Knows Another.

Life Itself Is But The Shadow Of Death, And Souls Departed But The Shadows Of The Living.

He Who Must Needs Have Company, Must Needs Have Sometimes Bad Company.