Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.

Goe and catche a falling starre, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past yeares are, Or who cleft the Divel's foot. Teach me to hear Mermaides' singing, Or to keep of envies stinging, And finde What winde Serves to advance an honest minde.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.

Great sins are great possessions; but levities and vanities possess us too; and men had rather part with Christ than with any possession.

That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity.

Though truth and falsehood be Near twins, yet truth a little elder is.