Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.

As God loves a cheerful giver, so he also loves a cheerful taker. Who takes hold of his gifts with a glad heart.

And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

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?

In heaven it is always autumn.

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

How many times go we to comedies, to masques, to places of great and noble resort, nay even to church only to see the company.