The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Which is, to keep that hid.
‘Songs and Sonnets’ ‘The Undertaking’
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls, to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
The breath goes now, and some say, no:
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move,
’Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
‘Songs and Sonnets’ ‘A Valediction: forbidding mourning’
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end, where I begun.
‘Songs and Sonnets’ ‘A Valediction: forbidding mourning’
O more than moon,
Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere,
Weep me not dead, in thine arms, but forbear
To teach the sea what it may do too soon.
‘Songs and Sonnets’ ‘A Valediction: of Weeping’
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls.
‘To Sir Henry Wotton’ (1597-8)
And seeing the snail, which everywhere doth roam,
Carrying his own house 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’ (1597-8)
We have a winding sheet in our mother’s womb, which grows with us from our conception,
and we come into the world, wound up in that winding sheet, for we come to seek a grave.
‘Death’s Duel’ (1632)
That which we call life, is but hebdomada mortium, a week of death, seven days, seven periods
of our life spent in dying, a dying seven times over; and there is an end.
‘Death’s Duel’ (1632)
There we leave you, in that blessed dependancy, to hang upon him that hangs upon the Cross,
there bathe in his tears, there suck at his wounds, and lie down in peace in his grave, till he
vouchsafe you a resurrection, and an ascension into that Kingdom, which he hath prepared for
you, with the inestimable price of his incorruptible blood. Amen.
‘Death’s Duel’ (1632)
But I do nothing upon my self, and yet I am mine own Executioner.
‘Devotions upon Emergent Occasions’ (1624) ‘Meditation XII’
No man is an Island, entire of it self; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main;