Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.

No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.

Live while ye may, Yet happy pair.

By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.

And yet on the other hand unless warinesse be us'd, as good almost kill a Man as kill a good Book; who kills a Man kills a reasonable creature, Gods Image, but hee who destroyes a good Booke, kills reason it selfe, kills the Image of God, as it were in the eye.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place.