God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

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.

That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Never start with tomorrow to reach eternity. Eternity is not being reached by small steps.

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.