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.

There is no health; physicians say that we, at best, enjoy but neutrality.

I shall not live 'till I see God; and when I have seen Him, I shall never die.

Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms, can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?

Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.

Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.