Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

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

Never start with tomorrow to reach eternity. Eternity is not being reached by small steps.

Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance, 'Tis kept by art.

True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore ; this is the second of our reign.

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?

Sleep is pain's easiest salve