Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.

To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.

Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance, 'Tis kept by art.

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

In the first minute that my soul is infused, the Image of God is imprinted in my soul; so forward is God in my behalf, and so early does he visit me.

As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery.

There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.