Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.
I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.
Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
Who knows his virtues name or place, hath none.
Death, thou shalt die.