Quotes from The Complete English Poems

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend.

Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is.

Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us?

Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root.

If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

Take me to you, imprison me, for I, Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go.

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved?

She is all states, and all princes I, Nothing else is.

Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.

And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.

For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere.

At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls.

And swear, No where Lives a woman true, and fair.

Come live with me, and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove.