Take Me To You, Imprison Me, For

More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls.

Young Men Mend Not Their Sight By Using Old Men's Spectacles.

My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both Parts Must Die.

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.

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.