The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.

Time which antiquates Antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things.

Were the happiness of the next world as closely apprehended as the felicities of this, it were a martyrdom to live.

A Dialogue between two Infants in the womb concerning the state of this world, might handsomely illustrate our ignorance of the next, whereof methinks we yet discourse in Plato's Den, and are but Embryon Philosophers.

In the deep discovery of the Subterranean world, a shallow part would satisfy some enquirers.

I look upon you as a gem of the old rock. 

Times before you, when even the living men were Antiquities; when the living might exceed the dead, and to depart this world, could not be properly said, to go unto the greater number. Dedication

That children dream not the first half year, that men dream not in some countries, with many more, are unto me sick men's dreams, dreams out of the Ivory gate, and visions before midnight.

That some have never dreamed is as improbable as that some have never laughed.

A little water makes a sea, a small puff of wind a Tempest.