I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.
To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend, All is the purlieu of the god of love.
Who are a little wise the best fools be.
What if this present were the world's last night?
Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How strong and powerful upon you, then, should that instruction be, that comes to you from both these, the love and death of Jesus Christ!
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.
Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries.
When my mouth shall be filled with dust, and the worm shall feed, and feed sweetly upon me, when the ambitious man shall have no satisfaction if the poorest alive tread upon him, nor the poorest receive any contentment in being made equal to princes, for they shall be equal but in dust.
In heaven it is always autumn.
True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.
I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.
The distance from nothing to a little, is ten thousand times more, than from it to the highest degree in this life.
And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
We study health, and we deliberate upon our meats and drink and air and exercises, and we hew and we polish every stone that goes to that building; and so our health is a long and regular work. But in a minute a cannon batters all, overthrows all, demolishes all; a sickness unprevented for all our diligence, unsuspected for all our curiosity, nay, undeserved, if we consider only disorder, summons us, seizes us, possesses us, destroys us in an instant.
God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
When I died last, and, Dear, I die As often as from thee I go Though it be but an hour ago, And lovers' hours be full eternity.
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
Chastity is not chastity in an old man, but a disability to be unchaste.
To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here today.
If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser.
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
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