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.

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

All our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.

Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.

For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere