A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.

I am a part of all that I have met.

Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

Faith lives in honest doubt.

And down I went to fetch my bride: But, Alice, you were ill at ease; This dress and that by turns you tried, Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears, I knew you could not look but well; And dews, that would have fall'n in tears, I kiss'd away before they fell.

For love reflects the thing beloved.