I am a little world made cunningly.
Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail.
As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
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.
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
The sun must not set upon anger, much less will I let the sun set upon the anger of God towards me.
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.