(death Is) A Leap Into The Dark.

Thus There Are Two Books From Whence I Collect My Divinity; Besides That Written One Of God, Another Of His Servant Nature, That Universal And Public Manuscript, That Lies Expans'd Unto The Eyes Of All; Those That Never Saw Him In The One, Have Discovered Him In The Other.

There Is Music Wherever There Is Harmony, Order And Proportion; And Thus Far We May Maintain The Music Of The Spheres; For Those Well Ordered Motions, And Regular Paces, Though They Give No Sound Unto The Ear, Yet To The Understanding They Strike A Note Most Full Of Harmony.

To Be Content With Death May Be Better Than To Desire It.

Nor Do They Speak Properly Who Say That Time Consumeth All Things; For Time Is Not Effective, Nor Are Bodies Destroyed By It.

Sleep Is A Death, O Make Me Try By Sleeping, What It Is To Die, And As Gently Lay My Head On My Grave, As Now My Bed.