"Cease not to learne until thou cease to live; Think that day lost wherein thou draw'st no letter, Nor gain'st no lesson, that new grace may give To make thyself learneder, wiser, better." _Quadrains of Pibrac_, translated by JOSHUA SYLVESTER. "Who readeth much and never meditates, Is like a greedy eater of much food, Who so surcloyes his stomach with his cates, That commonly they do him little good." _Ibid._ "Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man."--BACON'S _Essays--Of Studies_. "Calm let me live, and every care beguile,-- Hold converse with the great of every time, The learn'd of ev'ry class, the good of ev'ry clime." REV. SAMUEL BISHOP. "Of things that be strange, Who loveth to read, In these books let him range His fancy to feed." RICHARD ROBINSON. FOR MUSEUMS OR LABORATORIES. "O mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought's so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give." SHAKSPERE. "Speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee." SOLOMON. FOR A SURGICAL MUSEUM. "There is no theam more plentifull to scan, Than is the glorious, goodly frame of Man." JOSHUA SYLVESTER'S _Du Bartas_, 6th day. FOR JUSTICE-ROOMS. "'Tis not enough that thou do no man wrong,-- Thou even in others must suppress the same, Righting the weake against th' unrighteous strong, Whether it touch his life, his goods, his name." _Quadrains of Pibrac_, trans. by JOSHUA SYLVESTER. "Upon the Law thy Judgments always ground, And not on man: For that's affection-less. But man in Passions strangely doth abound; Th' one all like God: Th' other too like to beasts." _Id. cod._ FOR CASINOS OR SUMMER-HOUSES. "Abusèd mortals, did you know Where joy, heart's ease, and comfort grow, You'd scorn proud towers, And seek them in these bowers; Where winds, perhaps, sometimes our woods may shake, But blustering care can never tempest make." SIR HENRY WOTTON. "We trample grasse, and prize the flowers of May; Yet grasse is greene when flowers doe fade away." ROBERT SOUTHWELL. "Blest who no false glare requiring, Nature's rural sweets admiring, Can, from grosser joys retiring, Seek the simple and serene." ISAAC BICKERSTAFF. FOR A COUNTING-HOUSE. "Omnia Somnia."