Man hath weaved out a net, and this net throwne upon the Heavens, and now they are his own.

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.

The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.

Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

Doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is.

...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.