The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
Be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in, continue firm and constant.
London, thou art the flower of cities all!
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
Be not affronted at a joke. If one throw salt at thee, thou wilt receive no harm, unless thou art raw.
Most Glorious and eternal Majesty, Thou art righteous and holy in all thou dost to the sons of men, though thou hast suffered men to condemn Thy servant, Thy servant will not condemn Thee.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Where thou art, that is home.
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
Speak the truth, do not yield to anger; give, if thou art asked for little; by these three steps thou wilt go near the gods.