But man is a Noble Animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing Nativities and Deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting Ceremonies of Bravery, in the infamy of his nature. Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible Sun within us.

To be nameless in worthy deeds exceeds an infamous history.

Half our days we pass in the shadow of the earth; and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives.

Oblivion is not to be hired: The greater part must be content to be as though they had not been, to be found in the Register of God, not in the record of man.

Men that look no further than their outsides, think health an appurtenance unto life, and quarrel with their constitutions for being sick; but I that have examined the parts of man, and know upon what tender filaments that fabric hangs, do wonder that we are not always so; and considering the thousand doors that lead to death, do thank my God that we can die but once.

We term sleep a death, and yet it is waking that kills us, and destroys those spirits that are the house of life.

Circles and right lines limit and close all bodies, and the mortal right-lined circle must conclude and shut up all.