Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
There is no sin but ignorance.
Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead.
Make me immortal with a kiss.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
More childish valorous than manly wise.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir’d his overthrow.
Love me little, love me long.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Goodness is beauty in the best estate.
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.
Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.
Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.
All women are ambitious naturallie.
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.