I am two fools, I know,For loving, and for saying so. - John Donne, The Complete English Poems

"Love's mysteries in souls do grow,But yet the body is his book."

"And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night."

"My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares, And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest, Where can we finde two better hemispheares Without sharpe North, without declining West? What ever dyes, was not mixt equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die."

"I am two fools, I know,For loving, and for saying so."

"Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below."