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

A wise man is out of the reach of fortune.

Oblivion is not to be hired.

For there is a music wherever there is a harmony, order, or proportion, and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.

With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.

The vices we scoff at in others laugh at us within ourselves.

To believe only possibilities is not faith, but mere Philosophy.