Date: w. c. 64 [perhaps much later], 1611

"Dearly beloved, I beseech you as strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul."

— Simon Peter or Saint Peter (d. c. 64)

Date: w. c. 64 [perhaps much later], 1611

"For ye were as sheep going astray; but are now returned unto the Shepherd and Bishop of your souls."

— Simon Peter or Saint Peter (d. c. 64)

Date: w. c. 48-58, trans. 1611

"Ye are our epistle written in our hearts, known and read of all men."

— Paul of Tarsus (b.c. 10, d.c. 67)

Date: 1611

The law of nature is "written in the hearts of all men"

— Sclater, William (bap. 1575, d. 1627)

Date: w. c. 61-63?, trans. 1611

"The eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that ye may know what is the hope of his calling, and what the riches of the glory of his inheritance in the saints"

— Paul of Tarsus (b.c. 10, d.c. 67)

Date: 1611

In the Judgment "the register bookes of all mens consciences [shall] bee opened up, and laide abroad, and the great register of God his predestination, & booke of life shall be opened, and made patent, and the dead shal bee judged according to their workes, written and registred in their conscien...

— Napier, John, of Merchiston (1550-1617)

Date: 1611-12, 1623

"Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; / Pluck from the memory of a rooted sorrow; / Raze out the written troubles of the brain; / And with some sweet oblivious antidote / Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff / Which weighs upon the heart?"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: w. c. 54-8, trans. 1611

"But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members."

— Paul of Tarsus (b.c. 10, d.c. 67)

Date: w. c. 54-8, trans. 1611

"And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God."

— Paul of Tarsus (b.c. 10, d.c. 67)

Date: 1612

"Another part became the well of sense, / The tender well-arm'd feeling brain, from whence / Those sinewy strings, which do our bodies tie, / Are ravelled out, and fast there by one end, / Did this soul limbs, these limbs a soul attend."

— Donne, John (1572-1631)