To Be No Part Of Any Body,

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.

I Will Not Look Upon The Quickening Sun, But Straight Her Beauty To My Sense Shall Run; The Air Shall Note Her Soft, The Fire Most Pure; Water Suggest Her Clear, And The Earth Sure; Time Shall Not Lose Our Passages.

For Love All Love Of Other Sights Controls And Makes One Little Room An Everywhere

Nature's Lay Idiot, I Taught Thee To Love.

Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not Threatened In Hell Itself.