The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies.

I have drunk and seen the spider.

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water.

I pray you bear me henceforth from the noise and rumour of the field, where I may think the remnant of my thoughts in peace, and part of this body and my soul with contemplation and devout desires.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

Self-love is the most inhibited sin in the canon.