None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.

I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.

Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.

Roses at first were white, Till thy co'd not agree, Whether my Sapho's breast, Or they more white sho'd be.

Buying, possessing, accumulating--this is not worldliness. But doing this in the love of it, with no love of God paramount--doing it so that thoughts of eternity and God are an intrusion--doing it so that one's spirit is secularized in the process; this is worldliness.

Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.

Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.