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God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
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.
Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant the only harmless great thing.
Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
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.
Reason is our soul’s left hand, faith her right.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
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.