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.

A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet.

Let weakness learn meekness.

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.

In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part.

Time stoops to no man's lure.