Steer, hither steer your wingèd pines, — William Browne

"Come on shore, Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more."

"Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span."

"Well-languaged Daniel."

"If heaven send no supplies, The fairest blossom of the garden dies."

"I saw a mushroom stand in haughty pride, As if the lilies grew to be his slaves."

"Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidneys sister, Pembrokes mother; Death! ere thou hast slain another, Fair and learnd, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee."

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."