Great sins are great possessions; but levities and vanities possess us too; and men had rather part with Christ than with any possession.

For I am every dead thing In whom love wrought new alchemy For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness He ruined me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not.

The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.

The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety.

No man is an island unto himself.

So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.

Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.