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

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

The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.

Between these two, the denying of sins, which we have done, and the bragging of sins, which we have not done, what a space, what a compass is there, for millions of millions of sins!

Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth if th' other do. And though it in the center sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Suth wilt thou be to me, who must Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I began.