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

If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein; If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain.

Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.

When fate has allowed to any man more than one great gift, accident or necessity seems usually to contrive that one shall encumber and impede the other.

And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.

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

Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.