The distance from nothing to a little, is ten thousand times more, than from it to the highest degree in this life.

Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.

A bride, before a "Good-night" could be said, Should vanish from her clothes into her bed, As souls from bodies steal, and are not spied. But now she's laid; what though she be? Yet there are more delays, for where is he? He comes and passeth through sphere after sphere; First her sheets, then her arms, then anywhere. Let not this day, then, but this night be thine; Thy day was but the eve to this, O Valentine.

A mathematical point is the most indivisble and unique thing which art can present.

That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.

Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries.

For I am every dead thing In whom love wrought new alchemy For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness He ruined me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not.