"As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of famili..." — John Donne

The day breaks not, it is my heart.

And new Philosophy calls all in doubt, the element of fire is quite put out; the Sun is lost, and the earth, and no mans wit can well direct him where to look for it.

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.

Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.