The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.

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.

God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

Chastity is not chastity in an old man, but a disability to be unchaste.

Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were

To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.