And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

Sleep is pain's easiest salve

All our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.

All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.

To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.