Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance, 'Tis kept by art.

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

Whoever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea for nothing but to make him sick.

I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.

Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How strong and powerful upon you, then, should that instruction be, that comes to you from both these, the love and death of Jesus Christ!

Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

Nurse, O my love is slain, I saw him go / O'er the white Alps alone.

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.

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.