But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this that you call love to bea sect or scion.... It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.
The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
One sin, I know, another doth provoke. Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke.
Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.
The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.
Light and lust are deadly enemies.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies
Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!
The expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action.
O, the difference of man and man! To thee a woman's services are due.