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

Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed.

He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.

God made sun and moon to distinguish the seasons, and day and night; and we cannot have the fruits of the earth but in their seasons. But God hath made no decrees to distinguish the seasons of His mercies. In Paradise the fruits were ripe the first minute, and in heaven it is always autumn. His mercies are ever in their maturity.

I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.

Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.

...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.