Nature hath no goal though she hath law.

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.

If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

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.

That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.

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.

Religion is not a melancholy, the spirit of God is not a damper.