Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.

And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

What if this present were the world's last night?

Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period.

As soon as there was two there was pride.

As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.