We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all disease. - Thomas Browne

How shall the dead arise, is no question of my faith; to believe only possibilities, is not faith, but mere philosophy.

There is Dross, Alloy, and Embasement in all human Temper; and he flieth without Wings, who thinks to find Ophyr and pure Metal in any.

Thus I call the effects of nature the works of God, whose hand & instrument she only is; and therefore to ascribe his actions unto her, is to devolve the honor of God, the principall agent, upon the instrument; which if with reason we may doe, then let our hammers rise up and boast they have built our houses, and our pens receive the honour of our writings