If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.

No man is an island unto himself.

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

Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.

Men perish with whispering sins-nay, with silent sins, sins that never tell the conscience that they are sins, as often with crying sins; and in hell there shall meet as many men that never thought what was sin, as that spent all their thoughts in the compassing of sin.

Who are a little wise the best fools be.

God affords no man the comfort, the false comfort of Atheism: He will not allow a pretending Atheist the power to flatter himself, so far, as to seriously think there is no God.