Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.

This Extasie doth unperplex (We said) and tell us what we love, Wee see by this, it was not sexe, Wee see, we saw not what did move: But as all severall soules contain Mixture of things, they know not what, Love, these mixt souls, doth mixe againe. Loves mysteries in soules doe grow, But yet the body is his booke.

I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.

There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.

The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety.