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

Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.

I neglect God and his angles for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

At the round earth's imagined corners, blow your trumpets, angels.

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

As God loves a cheerful giver, so he also loves a cheerful taker. Who takes hold of his gifts with a glad heart.

How many times go we to comedies, to masques, to places of great and noble resort, nay even to church only to see the company.