Creation's Heir, The World, The World Is

He Makes A Very Handsome Corpse And Becomes His Coffin Prodigiously.

Man Wants But Little Here Below, Nor Wants That Little Long.

Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog And In That Town A Dog Was Found, As Many Dogs There Be, Both Mongrel, Puppy, Whelp, And Hound, And Curs Of Low Degree.

We Seldom Speak Of The Virtue Which We Have, But Much Oftener Of That Which We Lack.

All The Sciences Are, In Some Measure, Linked With Each Other, And Before The One Is Ended, The Other Begins.