I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.
O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.
Some falls the means are happier to rise.
...an old man is twice a child.
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!