But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.

That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.

Great sorrows cannot speak.

The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.

Commemoration of Richard Meux Benson, Founder of the Society of St John the Evangelist, 1915 Our critical day is not the very day of our death, but the whole course of our life; I thank him, that prays for me when my bell tolls; but I thank him much more, that catechizes me, or preaches to me, or instructs me how to live.

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.

All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay.