Time stoops to no man's lure.
Fruits fail and love dies and time ranges;Thou art fed with perpetual breath, and alive after infinite changes,And fresh from the kisses of death,Of langours rekindled and rallied, Of barren delights and unclean,Things monstrous and fruitless, a pallidAnd poisonous queen.
Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.
For words divide and rend But silence is most noble till the end.
Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.
But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.