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

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.

For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere

Great sorrows cannot speak.

I would not that death should take me asleep. I would not have him merely seize me, and only declare me to be dead, but win me, and overcome me. When I must shipwreck, I would do it in a sea, where mine impotency might have some excuse; not in a sullen weedy lake, where I could not have so much as exercise for my swimming.

If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?