Death is an ascension to a better library.
Man hath weaved out a net, and this net throwne upon the Heavens, and now they are his own.
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification; and as without this, without holiness, no man shall see God, though he pore whole nights upon his Bible; so without that, without humility, no man shall hear God speak to his soul, though he hear three two-hour sermons every day.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.