Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
And new Philosophy calls all in doubt, the element of fire is quite put out; the Sun is lost, and the earth, and no mans wit can well direct him where to look for it.
Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries.
The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.