Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray.

Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.

Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.

Heaven's great artillery.

Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing.

All thy old woes shall now smile on thee, and thy pains sit bright on thee. All thy sorrows here shall shine and thy sufferings be divine; Tears shall take comfort and turn to gems and wrongs repent to diadems Even thy deaths shall live and new dress the soul that once they slew.

Locked up from mortal eye in shady leaves of destiny.