In heaven it is always autumn.
Good is not good, unless A thousand it possess, But doth waste with greediness.
ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither.
Enjoyment always has a spoiling, otherwise it cannot be so.
Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?