My love though silly is more brave.

There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.

That subtle knot which makes us man So must pure lovers souls descend T affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.

That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity.

Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity

I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.

Contemplative and bookish men must of necessity be more quarrelsome than others, because they contend not about matter of fact, nor can determine their controversies by any certain witnesses, nor judges. But as long as they go towards peace, that is Truth, it is no matter which way.