No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.

Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries, all occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.

O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!

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

Here lies a she sun, and a he moon there; She gives the best light to his sphere; Or each is both, and all, and so They unto one another nothing owe; And yet they do, but are So just and rich in that coin which they pay, That neither would, nor needs forbear, nor stay; Neither desires to be spared nor to spare. They quickly pay their debt, and then Take no acquittances, but pay again; They pay, they give, they lend, and so let fall No such occasion to be liberal. More truth, more courage in these two do shine, Than all thy turtles have and sparrows, Valentine.

Our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but only in The punishment.