And new philosophy calls all in doubt, The element of fire is quite put out; The sun is lost, and the earth, and no man's wit Can well direct him where to look for it. And freely men confess that this world's spent, When in the planets, and the firmament They seek so many new; then see that this Is crumbled out again to his atomies. 'Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone; All just supply, and all relation: Prince, subject, Father, Son, are things forgot.

Death is an ascension to a better library.

True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

The Psalms foretell what I, what any shall do and suffer and say.

I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.

Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.