We Term Sleep A Death, And Yet

I Have Loved My Friends As I Do Virtue, My Soul, My God.

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.

Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave.

Therefore For Spirits, I Am So Far From Denying Their Existence That I Could Easily Believe, That Not Only Whole Countries, But Particular Persons, Have Their Tutelary And Guardian Angels.

God Hath Varied The Inclinations Of Men According To The Variety Of Actions To Be Performed.