Between these two, the denying of sins, which we have done, and the bragging of sins, which we have not done, what a space, what a compass is there, for millions of millions of sins!

Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it and made fit for God.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

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

And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries.

Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.