I am two fools, I know,For loving, and for saying so.
Twice or thrice had I lov’d thee, Before I knew thy face or name
Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
And to ‘scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.
True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is the second of our reign.
Love’s mysteries in souls do grow,But yet the body is his book.
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
How blest am I in this discovering thee!To enter in these bonds is to be free;Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be. Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be
Only our love hath no decay; This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, Running it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal
If ever any beauty I did see,Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
This is joy’s bonfire, then, where love’s strong artsMake of so noble individual partsOne fire of four inflaming eyes, and of two loving hearts.
Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone,All just supply, and all relation;Prince, subject, father, son, are things forgot,For every man alone thinks he hath gotTo be a phoenix, and that then can beNone of that kind, of which he is, but he.
Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,For, he tames it, that fetters it in verse.
Doubt wisely; in strange wayTo stand inquiring right, is not to stray;To sleep, or run wrong, is.
O! I shall soon despair, when I shall seeThat Thou lovest mankind well, yet wilt not choose me,And Satan hates me, yet is loth to lose me.
Methinks I lied all winter, when I sworeMy love was infinite, if spring makes it more.
No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face.
Between cowardice and despair valour is gendered.
One short sleep past will wake eternally And death shall be no more Death thou shalt die.
Death be not proud though some have called Thee Mighty and dreadful for thou art not so.
Any man’s death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls it tolls for thee.
Reason is our soul’s left hand Faith her right. By this we reach divinity.
I am two fools I know for loving and saying so.
Love all love of other sights controls. And makes one little room an everywhere.
If yet I have not all thy love love Dear I shall never have it all.
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
The flea though he kill none he does all the harm he can.
Keep us Lord so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this that the beast does but know but the man knows that he knows.
Nature’s great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.
Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.