Time is the subtle thief of youth.
Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?-thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?
Justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.
In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.
No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.
Ornate rhetorick taught out of the rule of Plato.... To which poetry would be made subsequent, or indeed rather precedent, as being less suttle and fine, but more simple, sensuous, and passionate.