Who are a little wise the best fools be.
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.
In the first minute that my soul is infused, the Image of God is imprinted in my soul; so forward is God in my behalf, and so early does he visit me.
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.
Religion is not a melancholy, the spirit of God is not a damper.