“What if this present were the world’s last night?”

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.

Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.

Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.

I sing the progress of a deathless soul.

Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.

To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.

If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.

Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.

Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.

Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity

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.