Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.

As God loves a cheerful giver, so he also loves a cheerful taker. Who takes hold of his gifts with a glad heart.

To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.

And when a whirl-winde hath blowne the dust of the Churchyard into the Church, and man sweeps out the dust of the Church into the Church-yard, who will undertake to sift those dusts again, and to pronounce, This is the Patrician, this is the noble flower, and this the yeomanly, this the Plebian bran.

But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

Sweetest love, I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I Must die at last, 'tis best, To use my self in jest Thus by feign'd deaths to die.