God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.

Who are a little wise the best fools be.

'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's.

The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.

Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys, and sour prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen that the King will ride, Call countryants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.

Be more than man, or thou'rt less than an ant.