Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.
As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul the fixt foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if the other do.