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.

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.

I shall not live 'till I see God; and when I have seen Him, I shall never die.

We love and understand talent; we wish it be within us. The truly gifted, those exceptional few, must wait for the world to catch up.

Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.

He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book.

Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.