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Yesternight the sun went hence,
And yet is here today.
Poems (1633)
Show me, dear Christ, Thy spouse, so bright and clear.
Poems (1633)
But think that we
Are but turned aside to sleep.
Poems (1633)
A naked thinking heart, that makes no show,
Is to a woman, but a kind of ghost.
Poems (1633)
'Twas much, that man was made like God before:
But, that God should be made like man, much more.
The maskers come late, and I think will stay,
Like fairies, till the cock crow them away.
We easily know
By this these angels from an evil sprite,
They set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
Poems (1633)
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost,
Who died before the god of love was born.
Poems (1633)
Take me to you, imprison me, for I
Except you enthral me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
Poems (1633)
There is no health; physicians say, that we
At best enjoy but a neutrality.
Her pure and eloquent blood
Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought,
That one might almost say, her body thought.
And dare love that, and say so too,
And forget the He and She.
Poems (1633)
She, and comparisons are odious.
Poems (1633)
What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?
LXXX Sermons (1640)
If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.
I observe the physician, with the same diligence, as he the disease; I see he fears, and I fear with him...
Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions (1624)
For if one eat my meat, though it be known
The meat was mine, th'excrement is his own.
Poems (1633)
The straight Hellespont between
The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts
Not of two lovers, but two loves the nests.
Poems (1633)
Send home my long strayed eyes to me,
Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.
Poems (1633)
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls;
For, thus friends absent speak.