And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.

How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.

God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Contemplative and bookish men must of necessity be more quarrelsome than others, because they contend not about matter of fact, nor can determine their controversies by any certain witnesses, nor judges. But as long as they go towards peace, that is Truth, it is no matter which way.

Good is not good, unless A thousand it possess, But doth waste with greediness.