My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres, Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.

'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's.

As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery.

In heaven it is always autumn.

Be more than man, or thou'rt less than an ant.

The world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn to the whole world.