Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven |
For as every man is a world in himself, so every man is a church in himself |
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love. |
For good and evil in our actions meet; wicked is not much worse than indiscreet |
For I / Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, / Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. |
For, thus friends absent speak. |
Go, and catch a falling star, / Get with child a mandrake root, / Tell me, where all past years are, / Or who cleft the Devil's foot. |
God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. |
God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath |
He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God. |
Her pure and eloquent blood / Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, / That one might almost say, her body thought. |
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry. |
I call not that virginity a virtue, which resideth only in the bodies integrity; much less if it be with a purpose of perpetually keeping it: for then it is a most inhumane vice. - But I call that Virginity a virtue which is willing and desirous to yield itself upon honest and lawful terms, when just reason requireth; and until then, is kept with a modest chastity of body and mind. |
I have done one brave thing - Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring - Which is to keep that hid |
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, / Who died before the god of love was born. |