As Lines, So Loves Oblique, May Well

Ye Country Comets, That Portend No War, Nor Prince's Funeral, Shining Unto No Higher End Than To Presage The Grasses Fall. . . .

Had We But World Enough, And Time, This Coyness Lady Were No Crime. We Would Sit Down, And Think Which Way To Walk, And Pass Our Long Love's Day. Thou By The Indian Ganges'side Shouldst Rubies Find: I By The Tide Of Humber Would Complain. I Would Love You Ten Years Before The Flood.

Among The Blind The One-eyed Blinkard Reigns

Art Indeed Is Long, But Life Is Short.

Had It Lived Long, Is Would Have Been Lilies Without, Roses Within.