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.

Fear that makes faith may break faith.

There grows No herb of help to heal a coward heart.

There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.

My loss may shine yet goodlier than your gain When Time and God give judgment.

Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow.