How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.
Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.