Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
And to ’scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine all emergent differences there.
And new Philosophy calls all in doubt, the element of fire is quite put out; the Sun is lost, and the earth, and no mans wit can well direct him where to look for it.
The day breaks not, it is my heart.
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
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.
For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
Death, thou shalt die.
That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.
Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart, then idiot with none.
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore ; this is the second of our reign.
Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity.
Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.