That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.
Doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is.
If every gnat that flies were an archangel, all that could but tell me that there is a God; and the poorest worm that creeps tells me that.
Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed.
Can there be worse sickness, than to know that we are never well, nor can be so?
We are all conceived in close prison; in our mothers wombs, we are close prisoners all; when we are born, we are born but to the liberty of the house; prisoners still, though within larger walls; and then all our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.
All our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?
But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery.
There is no health; physicians say that we, at best, enjoy but neutrality.
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.
When God's hand is bent to strike, it is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God ; but to fall out of the hands of the living God is a horror beyond our expression, beyond our imagination.
Let man's soul be a sphere, and then, in this, The intelligence that moves, devotion is.
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.
Men have conceived a twofold use of sleep; it is a refreshing of the body in this life, and a preparing of the soul for the next.
That subtle knot which makes us man So must pure lovers souls descend T affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres, Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
A mathematical point is the most indivisble and unique thing which art can present.
The world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn to the whole world.
I call not that virginity a virtue, which resideth onely 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 it self upon honest and lawfull terms, when just reason requireth; and until then, is kept with a modest chastity of body and mind.
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys, and sour prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen that the King will ride, Call countryants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Man hath weaved out a net, and this net throwne upon the Heavens, and now they are his own.
That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity.
The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety.
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