I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.

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's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.

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.

Never start with tomorrow to reach eternity. Eternity is not being reached by small steps.

There is in every miracle a silent chiding of the world, and a tacit reprehension of them who require, or who need miracles.

Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 He was the Word that spake it; He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it I do believe, and take it.