Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
And new Philosophy calls all in doubt, the element of fire is quite put out; the Sun is lost, and the earth, and no mans wit can well direct him where to look for it.
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space.
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.