Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
As soon as there was two there was pride.
Our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but only in The punishment.
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.