Men perish with whispering sins-nay, with silent sins, sins that never tell the conscience that they are sins, as often with crying sins; and in hell there shall meet as many men that never thought what was sin, as that spent all their thoughts in the compassing of sin.

My world's both parts, and 'o! Both parts must die.

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

I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.

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

Our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but only in The punishment.

That subtle knot which makes us man So must pure lovers souls descend T affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.