But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space. Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands and crystal brooks With silken lines, and silver hooks. To be no part of any body, is to be nothing. Die not, poor death.
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love. For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere.