And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.
Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.
Who are a little wise the best fools be.
To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.
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.