Man Hath Weaved Out A Net, And

Dull Sublunary Lovers' Love (whose Soul Is Sense) Cannot Admit Absence, Because It Doth Remove Those Things Which Elemented It.

When One Man Dies, One Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language.

Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee

Great Sorrows Cannot Speak.

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.