Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed.

Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.

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.

God affords no man the comfort, the false comfort of Atheism: He will not allow a pretending Atheist the power to flatter himself, so far, as to seriously think there is no God.

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

Nature hath no goal though she hath law.

But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.