So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.

Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.

To an incompetent judge I must not lie, but I may be silent; to a competent I must answer.

...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

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