We love and understand talent; we wish it be within us. The truly gifted, those exceptional few, must wait for the world to catch up.

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

If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.

Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun; Thyself from thine affection Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye All lesser birds will take their jollity. Up, up, fair bride, and call Thy stars from out their several boxes, take Thy rubies, pearls, and diamonds forth, and make Thyself a constellation of them all; And by their blazing signify That a great princess falls, but doth not die. Be thou a new star, that to us portends Ends of much wonder; and be thou those ends.

Be more than man, or thou'rt less than an ant.

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.