Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun; Thyself from thine affection Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye All lesser birds will take their jollity. Up, up, fair bride, and call Thy stars from out their several boxes, take Thy rubies, pearls, and diamonds forth, and make Thyself a constellation of them all; And by their blazing signify That a great princess falls, but doth not die. Be thou a new star, that to us portends Ends of much wonder; and be thou those ends.

Friends are ourselves.

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

Who knows his virtues name or place, hath none.

The distance from nothing to a little, is ten thousand times more, than from it to the highest degree in this life.

In best understandings, sin began, Angels sinned first, then Devils, and then Man.

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