But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware.
Love that endures, from life that disappears!
And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.
Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.
Books are men of higher stature.
Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being.