What if this present were the world's last night?

Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?

In best understandings, sin began, Angels sinned first, then Devils, and then Man.

Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.

He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book.

To an incompetent judge I must not lie, but I may be silent; to a competent I must answer.

Commemoration of Richard Meux Benson, Founder of the Society of St John the Evangelist, 1915 Our critical day is not the very day of our death, but the whole course of our life; I thank him, that prays for me when my bell tolls; but I thank him much more, that catechizes me, or preaches to me, or instructs me how to live.