Time And Death Shall Depart And Say

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.

A Man May Be Capable, As Jack Ketch's Wife Said Of His Servant, Of A Plain Piece Of Work, A Bare Hanging; But To Makea Malefactordiesweetly Was Only Belonging Toher Husband.

Not Judging Truth To Be In Nature Better Than Falsehood, But Setting A Value Upon Both According To Interest.

The Trumpet's Loud Clangor Excites Us To Arms.

He Who Would Search For Pearls Must Dive Below.