To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.

Sleep is pain's easiest salve

Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 He was the Word that spake it; He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it I do believe, and take it.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

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

In heaven it is always autumn.

Religion is not a melancholy, the spirit of God is not a damper.