Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

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.

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.

He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.

Chastity is not chastity in an old man, but a disability to be unchaste.

For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere