As soon as there was two there was pride.

He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book.

This only is charity, to do all, all that we can.

Doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is.

The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.

I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.

Between these two, the denying of sins, which we have done, and the bragging of sins, which we have not done, what a space, what a compass is there, for millions of millions of sins!