Quotes
Quotes about Heaven
The Lord descended from above
And bow'd the heavens high;
And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.
On cherubs and on cherubims
Full royally he rode;
And on the wings of all the winds
Came flying all abroad.
Her angels face,
As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,
And made a sunshine in the shady place.
And is there care in Heaven? And is there love
In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace?
For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,
And by eternall doome of Fate's decree,
Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
f Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world. All things in heaven and earth do her homage,--the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.
How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,
The morne not waking til she sings.
Let no man value at a little price
A virtuous woman's counsel; her wing'd spirit
Is feather'd oftentimes with heavenly words.
'T is immortality to die aspiring,
As if a man were taken quick to heaven.
When all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Down on your knees,
And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to Heaven.
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap
To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention!
O heaven! were man
But constant, he were perfect.
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
Rail on the Lord's anointed.
The selfsame heaven
That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.
He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
His honour and the greatness of his name
Shall be, and make new nations.
When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
The heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
The air is delicate.
