Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
Young men mend not their sight by using old men's spectacles.
. . . Change is the nursery Of musicke, joy, life and eternity.
This only is charity, to do all, all that we can.
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
The whole life of Christ was a continual Passion; others die martyrs but Christ was born a martyr. He found a Golgotha even in Bethlehem, where he was born; for to his tenderness then the straws were almost as sharp as the thorns after, and the manger as uneasy at first as his cross at last. His birth and his death were but one continual act, and his Christmas day and his Good Friday are but the evening and morning of one and the same day. And as even his birth is his death, so every action and passage that manifests Christ to us is his birth, for Epiphany is manifestation.
If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd?
He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book.
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
As soon as there was two there was pride.
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
Goe and catche a falling starre, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past yeares are, Or who cleft the Divel's foot. Teach me to hear Mermaides' singing, Or to keep of envies stinging, And finde What winde Serves to advance an honest minde.
How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!
Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
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.
How imperfect is all our knowledge!
Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance, 'Tis kept by art.
There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.
I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
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