I shall die reading; since my book and a grave are so near.

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.

Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.

Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.

Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance, 'Tis kept by art.