But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.

This only is charity, to do all, all that we can.

Great sins are great possessions; but levities and vanities possess us too; and men had rather part with Christ than with any possession.

Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.

Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.

It is too little to call man a little world; Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing.

Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.