Pleasure Is None, If Not Diversified.

What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.

Though Truth And Falsehood Be Near Twins, Yet Truth A Little Elder Is.

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.

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.