I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.

If We Consider Eternity, Into That Time Never Entered; Eternity Is Not An Everlasting Flux Of Time, But Time Is As A Short Parenthesis In A Long Period; And Eternity Had Been The Same As It Is, Though Time Had Never Been.

I Count All That Part Of My Life Lost Which I Spent Not In Communion With God, Or In Doing Good.

I Am Two Fools, I Know, For Loving, And For Saying So.

I Long To Talk With Some Old Lover's Ghost, Who Died Before The God Of Love Was Born.

Goe And Catche A Falling Starre, Get With Child A Mandrake Root, Tell Me, Where All Past Yeares Are, Or Who Cleft The Divel's Foot. Teach Me To Hear Mermaides' Singing, Or To Keep Of Envies Stinging, And Finde What Winde Serves To Advance An Honest Minde.