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.

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

I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.

Death, thou shalt die.

Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.

What if this present were the world's last night?