Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face." [The Autumnal]
I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.
And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
Death is an ascension to a better library.
Love, built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.
Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
No man is an island, entire of itself.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
Other men's crosses are not my crosses.
Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.
I am a little world made cunningly.
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; For, thus friends absent speak.
Never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.
True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is the second of our reign.
I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.
In Heaven, it is always Autumn".
If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for, you As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee, 'and bend Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new.
Death, thou shalt die.
That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart, then idiot with none.
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love
He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book.
Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.
This is joy's bonfire, then, where love's strong arts Make of so noble individual parts One fire of four inflaming eyes, and of two loving hearts.
I fix mine eye on thine, and there Pity my picture burning in thine eye...
Only our love hath no decay; This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, Running it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, and Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die.
My world's both parts, and 'o! Both parts must die.
Thy firmness makes my circle just, and makes me end where I begun.
At one blood labors to beget, Spirits as like as it can, Because such figures need to knit, that subtle knot which makes us man.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so.
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.
Poor heretics there be, Which think to establish dangerous constancy, But I have told them, ‘Since you will be true, You shall be true to them, who are false to you.
All measure, and all language, I should pass, Should I tell what a miracle she was.
Doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is.
Any man's death diminishes me, for I am involved with mankind.
No man is an island.
But, O alas! so long, so far, Our bodies why do we forbear?
BUSY old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call, for as thy sins increase, thy hairs do fall.
...but come bad chance And wee joyne to it our strength And wee teach it art and length It selfe o'er us to advance.
Stay, O sweet, and do not rise; The light that shines comes from thine eyes; The day breaks not, it is my heart, Because that you and I must part.
Hee that hath all can have no more
I think it mercy if Thou wilt forget.
If that be simply perfectest Which can by no way be expresst But negatives, my love is so. To All, which all love, I say no. Negative Love
Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce, For, he tames it, that fetters it in verse.
All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay...
I long to talk with some old lover’s ghost Who died before the god of Love was born.
Love is a growing, or full constant light, And his first minute, after noon, is night.
I wonder, by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov'd.
O! I shall soon despair, when I shall see That Thou lovest mankind well, yet wilt not choose me, And Satan hates me, yet is loth to lose me.
Changed loves are but changed sorts of meat, And when he hath the kernel eat, Who doth not fling away the shell?
As virtuous men pass mildly away And whisper to their souls, to goe, While some of their friends doe say, The breath goes now, and some say, no: So let us melt, and make no noise...
I joy, that in these straits I see my west;
Thou, sun, art half as happy as we.
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore My love was infinite, if spring makes it more.
And Jacob came clothed in vile harsh attire, But to supplant, and with gainful intent; God clothed Himself in vile man’s flesh, that so He might be weak enough to suffer woe.