Two went to pray? Better to say one went to brag, the other to pray.
Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing.
Locked up from mortal eye in shady leaves of destiny.
Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.
Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers play, Yet long by the absence of the day.
A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing.