"Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!"
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."
"Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!"
"true apothecary thy drugs art quick"
"See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!"
"He that hath the steerage of my course,Direct my sail."