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

Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while families last not three oaks.

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

We do but learn to-day what our better advanced judgements will unteach us tomorrow.

Things evidently false are not only printed, but many things of truth most falsely set forth.

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.

Half our days we pass in the shadow of the earth; and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives.