O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.
God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.