For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.
Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant;the only harmless great thing.
God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Yet nothing can to nothing fall,Nor any place be empty quite;Therefore I think my breast hath allThose pieces still, though they be not unite;And now, as broken glasses showA hundred lesser faces, soMy rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,But after one such love, can love no more.
For I am every dead thing, In whom love wrought new alchemy. For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness He ruined me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, but after one such love can love no more.
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.
The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts Not of two lovers, but two loves the nests.
To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend, All is the purlieu of the god of love.
If ever any beauty I did see,Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
Though Truth and Falsehood be Near twins, yet Truth a little elder is.
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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.
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself; and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.
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