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.
Send not to know For whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.
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.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
