Our blessed Savior chose the Garden for his Oratory, and dying, for the place of his Sepulchre; and we do avouch for many weighty causes, that there are none more fit to bury our dead in than in our Gardens and Groves, where our Beds may be decked with verdant and fragrant flowers, Trees and Perennial Plants, the most natural and instructive Hieroglyphics of our expected Resurrection and Immortality.

I am utterly against those confused Olios, into which men put almost all kinds of meats and Roots.

Freindshipp is beyond all relations of flesh and blood, because it is less materiall.

As Paradise (though of God's own Planting) was no longer Paradise than the Man was put into it, to dress it and to keep it, so nor will our Gardens remain long in their perfection unless they are also continually cultivated.

A gardener's work is never at an end; it begins with the year and continues to the next.

Mulberry Garden, now the only place of refreshment about the town for persons of the best quality to be exceeding cheated at.

The gardener's work is never at at end; it begins with the year, and continues to the next: he prepares the ground, and then he sows it; after that he plants, and then he gathers the fruits.