When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.
That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it.
Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.
If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.
In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.
Over my head his arm he flung, Against the world.