Nature that framed us of four elements, warring within our breasts for regiment, doth teach us all to have aspiring minds.
You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd one self place; for where we are is Hell, and where Hell is, there must we ever be.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Come live with me, and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?
I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but innocence.