A stranger here Strange things doth meet, strange glories see; Strange treasures lodged in this fair world appear, Strange all, and new to me. But that they mine should be, who nothing was, That strangest is of all, yet brought to pass.

To love one person with a private love is poor and miserable: to love all is glorious.

Is it not easy to conceive the World in your Mind? To think the Heavens fair? The Sun Glorious? The Earth fruitful? The Air Pleasant? The Sea Profitable? And the Giver bountiful? Yet these are the things which it is difficult to retain. For could we always be sensible of their use and value, we should be always delighted with their wealth and glory.

Certainly Adam in Paradise had not more sweet and curious apprehensions of the world, than I when I was a child.

You are as prone to love, as the sun is to shine.

You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens and crowned with the stars.

You are as prone to love as the sun is to shine; it being the most delightful and natural employment of the soul of humans.