If They Be Two, They Are Two

Poor Intricated Soul! Riddling, Perplexed, Labyrinthical Soul!

So, So, Break Off This Last Lamenting Kiss, Which Sucks Two Souls, And Vapors Both Away.

When One Man Dies, One Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language.

There Is Nothing That God Hath Established In A Constant Course Of Nature, And Which Therefore Is Done Every Day, But Would Seem A Miracle, And Exercise Our Admiration, If It Were Done But Once.

Love Built On Beauty, Soon As Beauty, Dies.