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.

All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.

Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.

The Psalms foretell what I, what any shall do and suffer and say.

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul the fixt foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if the other do.

we give each other a smile with a future in it