Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?

And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres, Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

Great sins are great possessions; but levities and vanities possess us too; and men had rather part with Christ than with any possession.

I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.