Goe and catche a falling starre, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past yeares are, Or who cleft the Divel's foot. Teach me to hear Mermaides' singing, Or to keep of envies stinging, And finde What winde Serves to advance an honest minde.

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

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

Be more than man, or thou'rt less than an ant.

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

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

Enjoyment always has a spoiling, otherwise it cannot be so.