The whole life of Christ was a continual Passion; others die martyrs but Christ was born a martyr. He found a Golgotha even in Bethlehem, where he was born; for to his tenderness then the straws were almost as sharp as the thorns after, and the manger as uneasy at first as his cross at last. His birth and his death were but one continual act, and his Christmas day and his Good Friday are but the evening and morning of one and the same day. And as even his birth is his death, so every action and passage that manifests Christ to us is his birth, for Epiphany is manifestation.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

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

That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget.

Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

Of all the commentaries on the Scriptures, good examples are the best.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more, must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.