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Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.
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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.
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Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
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She is all states, and all princes, I, Nothing else is.
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Man, who is the noblest part of the earth, melts so away as if he were a statue, not of earth, but of snow.
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Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
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Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.
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God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.
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To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend, All is the purlieu of the god of love.
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For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
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Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.
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We understood Her by her sight; her pure, and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say, her body thought.
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Age is a sicknesse, and Youth is an ambush.
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For I am every dead thing, In whom love wrought new alchemy. For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness He ruined me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not.
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Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here today.
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Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
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Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
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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.
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If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?
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When God's hand is bent to strike, it is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God; but to fall out of the hands of the living God is a horror beyond our expression, beyond our imagination.
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As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine all emergent differences there.
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Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.
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So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.