Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer.

I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony.

To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.