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

The man who has not anything to boast of but his illustrious ancestors is like a potato,--the only good belonging to him is under ground.

Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana; he is almost lost that built it.

Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying mementoes.

Where we desire to be informed 'tis good to contest with men above ourselves; but to confirm and establish our opinions, 'tis best to argue with judgments below our own, that the frequent spoils and victories over their reasons may settle in ourselves an esteem and confirmed opinion of our own.

He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe.