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.

Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.

I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.

Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise, because 'tis light? Did we lie down, because 'twas night? Love which in spite of darkness brought us hither Should in despite of light keep us together.

But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.

If every gnat that flies were an archangel, all that could but tell me that there is a God; and the poorest worm that creeps tells me that.

Never start with tomorrow to reach eternity. Eternity is not being reached by small steps.