Incontinence

What hath night to do with sleep?
Night hath better sweets to prove,
Venus now wakes, and wakens Love.
Come let us our rights begin,
'Tis only daylight that makes sin
Which these dun shades will ne'er report.

John Milton, Comus

Virtue and Spirit

If vertue feeble were
Heaven itself would stoope to her.
Coelum, non animum, muto dum trans mare curro.
[My skies I change, not my spirit, as I race across the sea.]

John Milton, Comus