Marvellous mercies and infinite love.

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.

To have read the greatest works of any great poet, to have beheld or heard the greatest works of any great painter or musician, is a possession added to the best things of life.

She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.

There is no safety-net to protect against attraction.

Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.