What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.

Do the devils lie? No; for then even hell could not subsist.

Where I cannot satisfy my reason, I love to humour my fancy.

Obstinacy in a bad cause is but constancy in a good.

To be content with death may be better than to desire it.

I envy no man that knows more than myself, but pity them that know less.

As sins proceed they ever multiply, and like figures in arithmetic, the last stands for more than all that wert before it.