They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.
Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.
Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt.
Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.