... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Make me immortal with a kiss.
Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.
Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.