I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd?
Though truth and falsehood be Near twins, yet truth a little elder is.
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.
Great sins are great possessions; but levities and vanities possess us too; and men had rather part with Christ than with any possession.
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.