Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.

I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.

But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space.

Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right.