I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.

I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees.

Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!