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

We are all conceived in close prison; in our mothers wombs, we are close prisoners all; when we are born, we are born but to the liberty of the house; prisoners still, though within larger walls; and then all our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.

Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise, because 'tis light? Did we lie down, because 'twas night? Love which in spite of darkness brought us hither Should in despite of light keep us together.

Friends are ourselves.

Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.

O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.

That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget.