He makes a very handsome corpse and becomes his coffin prodigiously.

A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.

The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.

It world be well had we more misers than we have among us.

Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.

[T]here are depths of thousands of miles which are hidden from our inquiry. The only tidings we have from those unfathomable regions are by means of volcanoes, those burning mountains that seem to discharge their materials from the lowest abysses of the earth.

Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.