Love's Mysteries In Souls Do Grow, But

Great Sins Are Great Possessions; But Levities And Vanities Possess Us Too; And Men Had Rather Part With Christ Than With Any Possession.

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

Whilst My Physicians By Their Love Are Grown Cosmographers, And I Their Map, Who Lie Flat On This Bed.

If I Dream I Have You, I Have You, For All Our Joys Are But Fantastical.

'tis The Year's Midnight, And It Is The Day's.