Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be |
We are all conceived in close prison; in our mothers wombs, we are close prisoners all; when we are born, we are born but to the liberty of the house; prisoners still, though within larger walls; and then all our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death. |
We asked none leave to love; nor will we owe
Any, so cheap a death, as saying, Go; |
What if this present were the world's last night? |
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die. |
When I died last, and, Dear, I die / As often as from thee I go, / Though it be but an hour ago, / And lovers' hours be full eternity. |
When my grave is broke up again / Some second guest to entertain. |
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language. |
Where can we find two better hemispheres/ Without sharp North, without declining West? |
Where, like a pillow on a bed, / A pregnant bank swelled up, to rest / The violet's reclining head, / Sat we two, one another's best. |
Who are a little wise the best fools be. |
Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm / Nor question much / That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm. |
Whoever loves, if he do not propose the right true end of love, he's one that goes to sea for nothing but to make him sick |
Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet. |
Yet call not this long life; but think that I Am, by being dead, immortal; can ghosts die? |