“And when life's sweet fable ends,Soul and body part like friends;No quarrels, murmurs, no delay;A kiss, a sigh, and so away.”

“Come and let us live my Deare,Let us love and never feare,What the sowrest Fathers say:Brightest Sol that dies to dayLives againe as blithe to morrow,But if we darke sons of sorrowSet; o then, how long a NightShuts the Eyes of our short light!Then let amorous kisses dwellOn our lips, begin and tellA Thousand, and a Hundred, scoreAn Hundred, and a Thousand more,Till another Thousand smotherThat, and that wipe of another.Thus at last when we have numbredMany a Thousand, many a Hundred;Wee’l confound the reckoning quite,And lose our selves in wild delight:While our joyes so multiply,As shall mocke the envious eye.”

“Tis not the work of force but skillTo find the way into man's will.Tis love alone can hearts unlock.Who knows the WORD, he needs not knock.”

“Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, \ And there are words not made with lungs”

“I can only hope that when the world comes to an end I'll be able to breath in a sigh of relive, beacause there will be so much to look forward to”

“Thank you...for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence.”

“As so often happens when scientists quarrel, a lay audience is left to choose their preferred fairy tale”