Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it and made fit for God.
Sleep is pain's easiest salve
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
we give each other a smile with a future in it
Who are a little wise the best fools be.
That subtle knot which makes us man So must pure lovers souls descend T affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.