Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.

We study health, and we deliberate upon our meats and drink and air and exercises, and we hew and we polish every stone that goes to that building; and so our health is a long and regular work. But in a minute a cannon batters all, overthrows all, demolishes all; a sickness unprevented for all our diligence, unsuspected for all our curiosity, nay, undeserved, if we consider only disorder, summons us, seizes us, possesses us, destroys us in an instant.

And new philosophy calls all in doubt, The element of fire is quite put out; The sun is lost, and the earth, and no man's wit Can well direct him where to look for it. And freely men confess that this world's spent, When in the planets, and the firmament They seek so many new; then see that this Is crumbled out again to his atomies. 'Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone; All just supply, and all relation: Prince, subject, Father, Son, are things forgot.

Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.

Great sins are great possessions; but levities and vanities possess us too; and men had rather part with Christ than with any possession.

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

Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.