Faith speaks when hope is disassembled; faith lives when hope dies dead.

I dore not always touch her, lest the kiss Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, Brief, bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.

The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight.

Time stoops to no man's lure.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.

For words divide and rend But silence is most noble till the end.