If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.

Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun; Thyself from thine affection Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye All lesser birds will take their jollity. Up, up, fair bride, and call Thy stars from out their several boxes, take Thy rubies, pearls, and diamonds forth, and make Thyself a constellation of them all; And by their blazing signify That a great princess falls, but doth not die. Be thou a new star, that to us portends Ends of much wonder; and be thou those ends.

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.

There is in every miracle a silent chiding of the world, and a tacit reprehension of them who require, or who need miracles.

But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.

The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.

The sun must not set upon anger, much less will I let the sun set upon the anger of God towards me.