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The course of Nature is the art of God

Born originals, how comes it to pass that we die copies? That meddling ape imitation, as soon as we come to years of indiscretion, (so let me speak,) snatches the pen, and blots out nature's mark of separation, cancels her kind intention, destroys all mental individuality. The lettered world no longer consists of singulars: it is a medley, a mass; and a hundred books, at bottom, are but one.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.

The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.