Wicked Is Not Much Worse Than Indiscreet.

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.

There Is Nothing That God Hath Established In A Constant Course Of Nature, And Which Therefore Is Done Every Day, But Would Seem A Miracle, And Exercise Our Admiration, If It Were Done But Once.

And What Is So Intricate, So Entangling As Death? Who Ever Got Out Of A Winding Sheet?

For God's Sake Hold Your Tongue, And Let Me Love.

Enjoyment Always Has A Spoiling, Otherwise It Cannot Be So.