In heaven it is always autumn.

I shall not live 'till I see God; and when I have seen Him, I shall never die.

O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

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

So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.

God made sun and moon to distinguish the seasons, and day and night; and we cannot have the fruits of the earth but in their seasons. But God hath made no decrees to distinguish the seasons of His mercies. In Paradise the fruits were ripe the first minute, and in heaven it is always autumn. His mercies are ever in their maturity.