Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were

Can there be worse sickness, than to know that we are never well, nor can be so?

I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

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.