Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.

Death is an ascension to a better library.

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

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.

As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.

No man is an island unto himself.

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.