In heaven it is always autumn.
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.
Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
God made sun and moon to distinguish the seasons, and day and night; and we cannot have the fruits of the earth but in their seasons. But God hath made no decrees to distinguish the seasons of His mercies. In Paradise the fruits were ripe the first minute, and in heaven it is always autumn. His mercies are ever in their maturity.
The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety.
Verse hath a middle nature: heaven keeps souls, The grave keeps bodies, verse the fame enrols.
Man hath weaved out a net, and this net throwne upon the Heavens, and now they are his own.
The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
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