Let Man's Soul Be A Sphere, And

God Is So Omnipresent. . . . God Is An Angel In An Angel, And A Stone In A Stone, And A Straw In A Straw.

I Shall Not Live 'till I See God; And When I Have Seen Him, I Shall Never Die.

The Heavens Rejoice In Motion, Why Should I Abjure My So Much Loved Variety.

And What Is So Intricate, So Entangling As Death? Who Ever Got Out Of A Winding Sheet?

And Now Good Morrow To Our Waking Souls, Which Watch Not One Another Out Of Fear; For Love, All Love Of Other Sights Controls, And Makes One Little Room, An Everywhere. Let Sea-discoverers To New Worlds Have Gone, Let Maps To Other, Worlds On Worlds Have Shown, Let Us Possess One World, Each Hath One, And Is One.