"I know not what fear is, nor I know not what it is that I fear now; I fear not the hastening of my death, and yet I do fear the increase of the disease... my weakness is from nature, who hath but her measure, my strength is from God, who possesses and distributes infinitely."

"A man that is not afraid of a Lion is afraid of a Cat; not afraid of starving, and yet is afraid of some joint of meat at the table, presented to feed him; not afraid of the sound of drums, and trumpets, and shot, and those, which they seek to drown, the last cries of men, and is afraid of some particular harmonious instrument; so much afraid, as that with any of these the enemy might drive this man, otherwise valiant enough, out of the field."

"And swear No where Lives a woman true and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet, Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three."

"Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind."

"On a huge hill, Cragged and steep, Truth stands, and hee that will Reach her, about must, and about must goe; And what the hills suddenness resists, winne so; Yet strive so, that before age, deaths twilight, Thy Soule rest, for none can worke in that night."

"Though Truth and Falsehood be Near twins, yet Truth a little elder is."

"I have done one braver thing Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring, Which is to keep that hid."

"But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes."

"And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She."

"Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?"

"Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time."

"She is all states, and all princes, I, Nothing else is."

"For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love."

"The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love."

"As well a well-wrought urn becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs."

"I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry."

"Who are a little wise, the best fools be."

"Sweetest love, I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I Must die at last, 'tis best, To use my self in jest Thus by feigned deaths to die."

"Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here today."

"But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep."

"When I died last, and dear, I die As often as from thee I go."

"Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone."

"Twice and thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name."

"'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise, because 'tis light? Did we lie down, because 'twas night? Love which in spite of darkness brought us hither Should in despite of light keep us together."

"All Kings, and all their favorites, All glory of honors, beauties, wits The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is elder by a year, now, than it was When thou and I first one another saw: All other things, to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay; This, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, Running, it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day."

"Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is the second of our reign."

"Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee."

"He passed the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire-blaze, Where angels tremble, while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night."

"Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears."

"Far from the sun and summer-gale, In thy green lap was Nature's Darling laid."

"Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, 3 and freedom's holy flame."

"O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love."

"Glance their many-twinkling feet."

"From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take."

"From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health."

"And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose."

"See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise."

"Behind the steps that Misery treads Approaching Comfort view: The hues of bliss more brightly glow Chastised by sabler tints of woe, And blended form, with artful strife, The strength and harmony of life."

"Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon."

"When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes."

"The social smile, the sympathetic tear."

"Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing."

"And weep the more, because I weep in vain."

"Sweet is the breath of vernal shower, The bee's collected treasures sweet, Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet The still small voice of gratitude."