Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.

But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.

As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.

Sleep is pain's easiest salve

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

And when a whirl-winde hath blowne the dust of the Churchyard into the Church, and man sweeps out the dust of the Church into the Church-yard, who will undertake to sift those dusts again, and to pronounce, This is the Patrician, this is the noble flower, and this the yeomanly, this the Plebian bran.