Though truth and falsehood be Near twins, yet truth a little elder is.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

The distance from nothing to a little, is ten thousand times more, than from it to the highest degree in this life.

Commemoration of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 He was the Word that spake it; He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it I do believe, and take it.

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

There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.

Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.