...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.

And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

Between these two, the denying of sins, which we have done, and the bragging of sins, which we have not done, what a space, what a compass is there, for millions of millions of sins!

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd?