I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.

In Best Understandings, Sin Began, Angels Sinned First, Then Devils, And Then Man.

Yet Nothing Can To Nothing Fall, Nor Any Place Be Empty Quite; Therefore I Think My Breast Hath All Those Pieces Still, Though They Be Not Unite; And Now, As Broken Glasses Show A Hundred Lesser Faces, So My Rags Of Heart Can Like, Wish, And Adore, But After One Such Love, Can Love No More.

So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Often.

To Be No Part Of Any Body, Is To Be Nothing.

...whatever Dies Was Not Mixed Equally, If Our Two Loves Be One Or Thou And I Love So Alike That None Can Slacken, None Can Die.