Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying mementoes.

Sleep is a death, O make me try, By sleeping, what it is to die: And as gently lay my head On my grave, as now my bed.

Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana; he is almost lost that built it.

Where we desire to be informed 'tis good to contest with men above ourselves; but to confirm and establish our opinions, 'tis best to argue with judgments below our own, that the frequent spoils and victories over their reasons may settle in ourselves an esteem and confirmed opinion of our own.

He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe.

God is like a skilful Geometrician.