But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to bea sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.

O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!

There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.

Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. But, either it was different in blood,- Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,- Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it.

A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.