I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.

Be more than man, or thou'rt less than an ant.

The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.

Our two souls therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth if th' other do. And though it in the center sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Suth wilt thou be to me, who must Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I began.

As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery.

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

Doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is.