My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both

When I Died Last, And, Dear, I Die As Often As From Thee I Go Though It Be But An Hour Ago, And Lovers' Hours Be Full Eternity.

Enjoyment Always Has A Spoiling, Otherwise It Cannot Be So.

If Ever Any Beauty I Did See, Which I Desired, And Got, 'twas But A Dream Of Thee.

Let Man's Soul Be A Sphere, And Then, In This, The Intelligence That Moves, Devotion Is.

Young Men Mend Not Their Sight By Using Old Men's Spectacles.