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.

The distance from nothing to a little, is ten thousand times more, than from it to the highest degree in this life.

A bride, before a "Good-night" could be said, Should vanish from her clothes into her bed, As souls from bodies steal, and are not spied. But now she's laid; what though she be? Yet there are more delays, for where is he? He comes and passeth through sphere after sphere; First her sheets, then her arms, then anywhere. Let not this day, then, but this night be thine; Thy day was but the eve to this, O Valentine.

I neglect God and his angles for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

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

'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's.

How much shall I be changed, before I am changed!