Women Are Like The Arts, Forced Unto

There Is No Health; Physicians Say That We, At Best, Enjoy But Neutrality.

As States Subsist In Part By Keeping Their Weaknesses From Being Known, So Is It The Quiet Of Families To Have Their Chancery And Their Parliament Within Doors, And To Compose And Determine All Emergent Differences There.

We Can Die By It, If Not Live By Love, And If Unfit For Tombs And Hearse Our Legend Be, It Will Be Fit For Verse; And If No Peace Of Chronicle We Prove, We'll Build In Sonnet Pretty Rooms; As Well A Well Wrought Urne Becomes The Greatest Ashes, As Half-acre Tombs.

It Is Too Little To Call Man A Little World; Except God, Man Is A Diminutive To Nothing.

I Observe The Physician With The Same Diligence As The Disease.