Goe and catche a falling starre, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past yeares are, Or who cleft the Divel's foot. Teach me to hear Mermaides' singing, Or to keep of envies stinging, And finde What winde Serves to advance an honest minde.

I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.

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.

God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.

So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.

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.

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.