My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
Love is a spirit all compact of fire.
When workmen strive to do better than well, they do confound their skill in covetousness.
Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love
Thy friendship makes us fresh.
A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .