And surely, he that hath taken the true Altitude of Things, and rightly calculated the degenerate state of this Age, is not like to envy those that shall live in the next, much less three or four hundred Years hence, when no Man can comfortably imagine what Face this World will carry.

Miserable men commiserate not themselves; bowelless unto others, and merciless unto their own bowels.

We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.

Times before you, when even the living men were Antiquities; when the living might exceed the dead, and to depart this world, could not be properly said, to go unto the greater number.

Rich with the spoils of nature.

Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.

The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.