The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety.

I shall die reading; since my book and a grave are so near.

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.

All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated....As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all....No man is an island, entire of itself...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.

For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere

But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.

Religion is not a melancholy, the spirit of God is not a damper.