ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
I will not look upon the quickening sun, But straight her beauty to my sense shall run; The air shall note her soft, the fire most pure; Water suggest her clear, and the earth sure; Time shall not lose our passages.
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.