“The widest landDoom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mineWith pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wineMust taste of its own grapes.”

“What I do, and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.”

“In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note; But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise, Who in despite of view is pleased to dote; Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted, Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone, Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited To any sensual feast* with thee alone*: But my five wits* nor my five senses can Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man*, Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be: Only my plague thus far I count my gain, That she that makes me sin awards me pain.”

“My heart’s beat thy sight stole, Taking mine unruly soul. My pulse at rates of abrupt speed; I proclaimed love before my creed. Blooming flowers hold no compare To thy blissful beauty, oh so rare. Give me agony or give me death, I’ll take thy heart as eternal breath. Ceaselessly Yours, David Chios”

“I envy thee not thy faith, which is ever in thy mouth but never in thy heart nor in thy practice”

“Let me feel how thy pulses beat.”