Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side. |
Sweetest love, I do not go, / For weariness of thee, / Nor in hope the world can show / A fitter Love for me; / But since that I / Must die at last, 'tis best / To use myself in jest, / Thus by feigned deaths to die. |
The book has been kind of a long time in coming. I've been writing since high school and this is my first book and it's kind of drawn from poems written over an extended period. |
The day breaks not, it is my heart. |
The day breaks not, it is my heart. |
The flea, though he kill none, he does all the harm he can |
The household bird, with the red stomacher. |
The world's whole sap is sunk: / The general balm th' hydroptic earth hath drunk. |
There is a hook in every benefit that sticks in his jaws that takes the benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will |
There is nothing which God hath established in a constant cause of nature, and which therefore is done everyday, but would seem a miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once. |
This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint / My pilgrimage's last mile. |
Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay? |
Though she were true, when you met her,/ And last, till you write your letter, / Yet she / Will be / False, ere I come, to two, or three. |
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing. |
Tribulation is treasure in the nature of it, but it is not current money in the use of it, except we get nearer and nearer our home, heaven, by it. |