What Of A Truth That Is Bounded

Long Life, And Short, Are By Death Made All One; For There Is No Long, Nor Short, To Things That Are No More.

I Was Not Long Since In A Company Where I Was Not Who Of My Fraternity Brought News Of A Kind Of Pills, By True Account, Composed Of A Hundred And Odd Several Ingredients; Whereat We Laughed Very Heartily, And Made Ourselves Good Sport; For What Rock So Hard Were Able To Resist The Shock Or Withstand The Force Of So Thick And Numerous A Battery?

It Is Good To Rub And Polish Our Brain Against That Of Others.

Is It Not Better To Remain In Suspense Than To Entangle Yourself In The Many Errors That The Human Fancy Has Produced? Is It Not Better To Suspend Your Convictions Than To Get Mixed Up In These Seditious And Quarrelsome Divisions?

Might I Have Had My Own Will, I Would Not Have Married Wisdom Herself, If She Would Have Had Me.