As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery.

Men have conceived a twofold use of sleep; it is a refreshing of the body in this life, and a preparing of the soul for the next.

There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.

Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.

God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.

But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.

God made sun and moon to distinguish the seasons, and day and night; and we cannot have the fruits of the earth but in their seasons. But God hath made no decrees to distinguish the seasons of His mercies. In Paradise the fruits were ripe the first minute, and in heaven it is always autumn. His mercies are ever in their maturity.