At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow

How Much Shall I Be Changed, Before I Am Changed!

To An Incompetent Judge I Must Not Lie, But I May Be Silent; To A Competent I Must Answer.

Since You Would Save None Of Me, I Bury Some Of You.

Dull Sublunary Lovers' Love (whose Soul Is Sense) Cannot Admit Absence, Because It Doth Remove Those Things Which Elemented It.

Verse Hath A Middle Nature: Heaven Keeps Souls, The Grave Keeps Bodies, Verse The Fame Enrols.