I neglect God and his angles for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
John DonneWhat gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?
John DonneLet not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.
John Donne