Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.

The world, which took six days to make, is likely to take us six thousand years to make out.

We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.

Thus is Man that great and true Amphibium, whose nature is disposed to live, not onely like other creatures in divers elements, but in divided and distinguished worlds: for though there be but one to sense, there are two to reason, the one visible, the other invisible.

Let any stranger find mee so pleasant a county, such good way, large heath, three such places as Norwich, Yar. and Lin. in any county of England, and I'll bee once again a vagabond to visit them.

To make an end of all things on Earth, and our Planetical System of the World, he (God) need but put out the Sun.