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

My love though silly is more brave.

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

Chastity is not chastity in an old man, but a disability to be unchaste.

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

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?

But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.