It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million of faces there should be none alike.[218:4]
Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. ii.
There is music in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument; for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.[218:5]
Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. ix.
Sleep is a death; oh, make me try
By sleeping what it is to die,
And as gently lay my head
On my grave as now my bed!
Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. xii.
Ruat cœlum, fiat voluntas tua.[218:6]