Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.

Nor do they speak properly who say that time consumeth all things; for time is not effective, nor are bodies destroyed by it.

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

There is music wherever there is harmony, order and proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres; for those well ordered motions, and regular paces, though they give no sound unto the ear, yet to the understanding they strike a note most full of harmony.

But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.

Be deaf unto the suggestions of tale-bearers, calumniators, pick-thank or malevolent detractors, who, while quiet men sleep, sowing the tares of discord and division, distract the tranquillity of charity and all friendly society. These are the tongues that set the world on fire--cankerers of reputation, and, like that of Jonah's gourd, wither a good name in a single night.

I believe the world grows near its end, yet is neither old nor decayed, nor will ever perish upon the ruins of its own principles.