Better conquest never canst thou make than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts against giddy, loose suggestions.
It is a sin to be a mocker.
The wounds invisible that Love's keen arrows make.
I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.
Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.