Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not

If They Be Two, They Are Two So As Stiff Twin Compasses Are Two, Thy Soul The Fixt Foot, Makes No Show To Move, But Doth, If The Other Do.

And To 'scape Stormy Days, I Choose An Everlasting Night.

Without Outward Declarations, Who Can Conclude An Inward Love?

That Subtle Knot Which Makes Us Man So Must Pure Lovers Souls Descend T Affections, And To Faculties, Which Sense May Reach And Apprehend, Else A Great Prince In Prison Lies.

We Give Each Other A Smile With A Future In It