Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere.
Now off with those shoes, and then safely tread In this love’s hallow’d temple, this soft bed.
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space.
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
No man is an island, entire of itself.
As if thou'hadst seal'd my pardon with thy blood.
Unto God the lord belong the issues of death.
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.
Learn how false fears be.
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, Except you enthrall me, never shall be free.