He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.

And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night.

Cowards die many times; a brave man dies but once.

I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.

Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

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