For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.
When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation.
O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!
If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
It provokes the desire but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off.