• From “Astrophel and Stella”
    LOVING in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
    That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,—
    Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
    Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,—
    I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe;
    Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain...

  • Till Death — is narrow Loving —

    The scantest Heart extant

    Will hold you till your privilege

    Of Finiteness — be spent —


    But He whose loss procures you

    Such Destitution that

    Your Life too abject for itself

    Thenceforward imitate —


    Until — Resemblance perfect —
    ...