Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul the fixt foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if the other do.
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
Of all the commentaries on the Scriptures, good examples are the best.
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.