Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.

A mathematical point is the most indivisble and unique thing which art can present.

How many times go we to comedies, to masques, to places of great and noble resort, nay even to church only to see the company.

Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.

That subtle knot which makes us man So must pure lovers souls descend T affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.