Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal

Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow.

Is not this house [the Tower of London] as nigh heaven as my own?

The way to Heaven out of all places is of like length and distance

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven