Great sorrows cannot speak.

How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.

As God loves a cheerful giver, so he also loves a cheerful taker. Who takes hold of his gifts with a glad heart.

The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.

At the round earth's imagined corners, blow your trumpets, angels.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.