Quote #35

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

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  1. That subtle knot which makes us man: So must pure lovers' souls descend T' affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehen…
  2. I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.
  3. Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread Our eyes, upon one double string; So to entergraft our hands, as yet Was all the means to make us one…
  4. To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend, All is the purlieu of the god of love.
  5. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two, Thy soul the fixt foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if the other do.
  6. Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreth of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must n…
  7. Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.
  8. A bracelet of bright hair about the bone.

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