Then Love Is Sin, And Let Me

Art Is The Most Passionate Orgy Within Man's Grasp.

I Would Not That Death Should Take Me Asleep. I Would Not Have Him Merely Seize Me, And Only Declare Me To Be Dead, But Win Me, And Overcome Me. When I Must Shipwreck, I Would Do It In A Sea, Where Mine Impotency Might Have Some Excuse; Not In A Sullen Weedy Lake, Where I Could Not Have So Much As Exercise For My Swimming.

When One Man Dies, One Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language.

Religion Is Not A Melancholy, The Spirit Of God Is Not A Damper.

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.