I am a little world made cunningly.
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.
we give each other a smile with a future in it
Though truth and falsehood be Near twins, yet truth a little elder is.
Great sins are great possessions; but levities and vanities possess us too; and men had rather part with Christ than with any possession.