I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.
Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.
My soul I'll pour into thee.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.