All Kings, and all their favorites, All glory of honors, beauties, wits, The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is elder by a year, now, than it was When thou and I first one another saw: All other things, to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay; This, no tomorrow hash, nor yesterday, Running, it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.

Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.

All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay.

Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.

Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.

Death is an ascension to a better library.