More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls.

In Heaven It Is Always Autumn.

And What Is So Intricate, So Entangling As Death? Who Ever Got Out Of A Winding Sheet?

Come Live With Me, And Be My Love, And We Will Some New Pleasures Prove Of Golden Sands, And Crystal Brooks, With Silken Lines, And Silver Hooks.

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

Between Cowardice And Despair, Valour Is Gendred.