Poor heretics there be,Which think to establish dangerous constancy,But I have told them, ‘Since you will be true,You shall be true to them, who are false to you.

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.

Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.

All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

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.

Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.