Who covets more is evermore a slave.

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.

Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.

Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.

He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.

Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.

Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.