Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity

I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.

Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.

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

Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.

If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser.