Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.

Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?

Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period.

If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser.

Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance, 'Tis kept by art.

At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls **** All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.

Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.