The discourses of the table among true loving friends are held in strict silence.
I love to lose myself in a mystery to pursue my reason to an O altitudo.
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.
Think it more satisfactory to live richly than die rich.
To be content with death may be better than to desire it.
But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.