I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed.
There is in every miracle a silent chiding of the world, and a tacit reprehension of them who require, or who need miracles.
My world's both parts, and 'o! Both parts must die.
I will not look upon the quickening sun, But straight her beauty to my sense shall run; The air shall note her soft, the fire most pure; Water suggest her clear, and the earth sure; Time shall not lose our passages.