God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.

So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.

Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

We can die by it, if not live by love, And if unfit for tombs and hearse Our legend be, it will be fit for verse; And if no peace of chronicle we prove, We'll build in sonnet pretty rooms; As well a well wrought urne becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.

A mathematical point is the most indivisble and unique thing which art can present.

That subtle knot which makes us man So must pure lovers souls descend T affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.

That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity.