Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.

“Those that much covet are with gain so fond,For what they have not, that which …”

“The art of our necessities is strangeThat can make vile things precious.”

“Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, til…”

“Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play thefool no where but in's own …”