A bride, before a "Good-night" could be said, Should vanish from her clothes into her bed, As souls from bodies steal, and are not spied. But now she's laid; what though she be? Yet there are more delays, for where is he? He comes and passeth through sphere after sphere; First her sheets, then her arms, then anywhere. Let not this day, then, but this night be thine; Thy day was but the eve to this, O Valentine.

Man hath weaved out a net, and this net throwne upon the Heavens, and now they are his own.

Never start with tomorrow to reach eternity. Eternity is not being reached by small steps.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

Doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is.

Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.