My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres, Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

Women are like the arts, forced unto none, Open to all searchers, unprized, if unknown.

Of all the commentaries on the Scriptures, good examples are the best.

What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?

And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.

There is no health; physicians say that we, at best, enjoy but neutrality.

That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.