Because your question searches for deep meaning, I shall explain in simple words

Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.

Pure essence, and pure matter, and the two joined into one were shot forth without flaw, like three bright arrows from a three-string bow.

The day that man allows true love to appear, those things which are well made will fall into cofusion and will overturn everything we believe to be right and true.

The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.

The greatest gift that God in His bounty made in creation, and the most conformable to His goodness, and that which He prizes the most, was the freedom of will, with which the creatures with intelligence, they all and they alone, were and are endowed.

Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible.