And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.
Enjoyment always has a spoiling, otherwise it cannot be so.
What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?
If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul the fixt foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if the other do.
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification; and as without this, without holiness, no man shall see God, though he pore whole nights upon his Bible; so without that, without humility, no man shall hear God speak to his soul, though he hear three two-hour sermons every day.
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.
A bride, before a "Good-night" could be said, Should vanish from her clothes into her bed, As souls from bodies steal, and are not spied. But now she's laid; what though she be? Yet there are more delays, for where is he? He comes and passeth through sphere after sphere; First her sheets, then her arms, then anywhere. Let not this day, then, but this night be thine; Thy day was but the eve to this, O Valentine.
On a huge hill, Cragged, and steep, Truth stands, and hee that will Reach her, about must, and about must goo.
O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!
Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget.
There is in every miracle a silent chiding of the world, and a tacit reprehension of them who require, or who need miracles.
Lust-bred diseases rot thee.
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither.
Never start with tomorrow to reach eternity. Eternity is not being reached by small steps.
It is too little to call man a little world; Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing.
Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.
Old grandsires talk of yesterday with sorrow, And for our children we reserve tomorrow.
Whoever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea for nothing but to make him sick.
I find no abhorring in my appetite.
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
Kind pity chokes my spleen.
To an incompetent judge I must not lie, but I may be silent; to a competent I must answer.
Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.
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