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When I but hear her sing, I fare
Like one that raised, holds his ear
To some bright star in the supremest Round;
Through which, besides the light that's seen
There may be heard, from Heaven within,
The rests of Anthems, that the Angels sound.

— Owen Feltham

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Show me the man who would go to heaven alone if he could, and I will show you one who will never be admitted there.

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Meditation is the soul's perspective glass, whereby, in her long remove, she discerneth God, as if He were nearer at hand.

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He that always waits upon God is ready whenever He calls. Neglect not to set your accounts even; he is a happy man who to lives as that death at all times may find him at leisure to die.

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Shall I speak truly what I now see below?
The World is all a carkass, smoak and vanity,
The shadow of a shadow, a play
And in one word, just Nothing.

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