Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.

Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.

Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.

And when a whirl-winde hath blowne the dust of the Churchyard into the Church, and man sweeps out the dust of the Church into the Church-yard, who will undertake to sift those dusts again, and to pronounce, This is the Patrician, this is the noble flower, and this the yeomanly, this the Plebian bran.

Nature hath no goal though she hath law.

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