The world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn to the whole world.

Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!

I will not look upon the quickening sun, But straight her beauty to my sense shall run; The air shall note her soft, the fire most pure; Water suggest her clear, and the earth sure; Time shall not lose our passages.

Who knows his virtues name or place, hath none.