I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.

Commemoration of Richard Meux Benson, Founder of the Society of St John the Evangelist, 1915 Our critical day is not the very day of our death, but the whole course of our life; I thank him, that prays for me when my bell tolls; but I thank him much more, that catechizes me, or preaches to me, or instructs me how to live.

Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.

And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.

All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.

Goe and catche a falling starre, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past yeares are, Or who cleft the Divel's foot. Teach me to hear Mermaides' singing, Or to keep of envies stinging, And finde What winde Serves to advance an honest minde.

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee