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Whoever loves, if he do not propose the right true end of love, he's one that goes to sea for nothing but to make him sick. - [Love] Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet. - [Indiscretion] My forces are not enfeebled, I find no decay in my strength; my provisions are not cut off, I find no abhorring in mine appetite; my counsels are not corrupted nor infatuated, I find no false apprehensions to work upon mine understanding; and yet they see that invisibly, and I feel that insensibly, the disease prevails. - Devotions (X, Meditation) [Appetite] If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been. - Devotions (XIV, Meditation) [Eternity] No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee. - Devotions upon Emegent Occasions (Meditation XVII) [Death : Isolation : Mortality] Perchance he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that. The church is Catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which is my head too, and ingrafted into that body whereof I am a member. And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God’s hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another. - Devotions upon Emergent Occasions (Meditation XVII) [God : Isolation] He was the word that spake it, He took the bread and brake it; And what that word did make it, I do believe and take it. - Divine Poems--On the Sacrament, (Flesher's Edition) [Doctrine] No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face; Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape; This doth but counsel, yet you cannot scape. - Elegy IX--The Autumnal [Age : Autumn] We understood Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought That one might almost say her body thought. - Funeral Elegies--Of the Progress of the Soul--Death of Mistress Elizabeth Drury [Appearance] 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. - Holy Sonnets (no. X) [Death] One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. - Holy Sonnets (no. X) [Death] 'Twas much, that man was made like God before, But, that God should be made like man, much more. - Holy Sonnets (no. XV) [God] And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation. - The Ecstacy [Eyes] Who are a little wise, the best fools be. - The Triple Fool [Wisdom] Be then thine own home, and in thyself dwell; Inn anywhere; continuance maketh hell. And seeing the snail, which everywhere doth roam, Carrying his own home still, still is at home; Follow--for he is easy paced--this snail, Be thine own palace, or the world's thy gaol. - To Sir Henry Wotton [Women] Displaying page 2 of 2 for this author: << Prev 1 [2]
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