Death is an ascension to a better library.

True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore ; this is the second of our reign.

If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.

There is in every miracle a silent chiding of the world, and a tacit reprehension of them who require, or who need miracles.

The Psalms foretell what I, what any shall do and suffer and say.

Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.

That subtle knot which makes us man So must pure lovers souls descend T affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.