Necessity Makes Dastards Valiant Men.

Go To Your Banquet Then, But Use Delight So As To Rise Still With An Appetite.

Tis Hard To Find God, But To Comprehend Him, As He Is, Is Labour Without End.

Hell Is No Other But A Soundlesse Pit, Where No One Beame Of Comfort Peeps In It.

Love Is A Circle That Doth Restless Move In The Same Sweet Eternity Of Love.

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score; Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More: A Thousand To That Hundred: So Kiss On, To Make That Thousand Up A Million. Treble That Million, And When That Is Done, Let's Kiss Afresh, As When We First Begun.