“To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.”

“Let not thy divining heartForethink me any ill;Destiny may take thy part,And may thy fears fulfill.”

“Yet nothing can to nothing fall,Nor any place be empty quite;Therefore I think my breast hath allThose pieces still, though they be not unite;And now, as broken glasses showA hundred lesser faces, soMy rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,But after one such love, can love no more.”

“My world's both parts, and 'o! Both parts must die.”

“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”

“Love's mysteries in souls do grow,But yet the body is his book.”

“But, O alas! so long, so far,Our bodies why do we forbear?”