I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door. |
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease. |
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. |
I would not that death should take me asleep. I would not have him merely seize me, and only declare me to be dead, but win me, and overcome me. When I must shipwreck, I would do it in a sea, where mine impotency might have some excuse; not in a sullen weedy lake, where I could not have so much as exercise for my swimming. |
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I love so alike that none can slacken, none can die. |
If yet I have not all thy love, / Dear, I shall never have it all. |
Imagine God to be at play with us, but a gamester... |
Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our callings that we may sleep in Thy peace and wake in Thy glory |
Let me arrest thy thoughts; wonder with me, why plowing, building, ruling and the rest, or most of those arts, whence our lives are blest, by cursed Cain's race invented be, and blest Seth vexed us with Astronomy. |
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again years and years unto years. |
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below. |
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies. |
Love is agrowing, to full constant light; and his first minute, after noon, is night. |
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time |
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book |