I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.

A good death does honour to a whole life.

Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.

I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.

Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.

What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances

He loves but lightly who his love can tell.