Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.

How many times go we to comedies, to masques, to places of great and noble resort, nay even to church only to see the company.

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

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.