Who all in raptures their own works rehearse, And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.
[To Timothy LaHaye:] So, Mr. LaHaye, when the Rapture happens, can I have your stuff?
There is no rapture in the love which is prompted by esteem; such affection is lasting, not passionate.
We're all seeking...the rapture of being alive.
The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.
Love leads to present rapture,-then to pain; But all through Love in time is healed again.
What rapture, oh, it is to know A good thing when you see it And having seen a good thing, oh, What rapture 'tis to flee it.