To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.

The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.

The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.

All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay.

Poor heretics there be,Which think to establish dangerous constancy,But I have told them, ‘Since you will be true,You shall be true to them, who are false to you.

As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine all emergent differences there.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.