The Truest End Of Life Is To

Death Then, Being The Way And Condition Of Life, We Cannot Love To Live If We Cannot Bear To Die.

The Humble, Meek, Merciful, And Just Are Everywhere Of One Religion; And When Death Has Taken Off The Mask They Will Know One Another, Though The Diverse Liveries They Wear Here Make Them Strangers.

There Is Nothing Of Which We Are Apt To Be So Lavish As Of Time, And About Which We Ought To Be More Solicitous; Since Without It We Can Do Nothing In This World.

Many Able Gardeners And Husbandmen Are Yet Ignorant Of The Reason Of Their Calling; As Most Artificers Are Of The Reason Of Their Own Rules That Govern Their Excellent Workmanship. But A Naturalist And Mechanick Of This Sort Is Master Of The Reason Of Both, And Might Be Of The Practice Too, If His Industry Kept Pace With His Speculation; Which Were Every Commendable; And Without Which He Cannot Be Said To Be A Complete Naturalist Or Mechanick.

Let Us Then Try What Love Will Do: For If Men Do Once See We Love Them, We Should Soon Find They Would Not Harm Us.