I shall die reading; since my book and a grave are so near.
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee
Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
The sun must not set upon anger, much less will I let the sun set upon the anger of God towards me.
I will not look upon the quickening sun, But straight her beauty to my sense shall run; The air shall note her soft, the fire most pure; Water suggest her clear, and the earth sure; Time shall not lose our passages.