Our state cannot be severed, we are one,
One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

Rhetoric . . . To which poetry would be made subsequent, or indeed rather precedent, as being less subtle and fine, but more simple, sensuous and passionate.

Our torments also may in length of time
Become our Elements.

Where the bright seraphim in burning row
Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.

And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie,
That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

Be strong, live happy, and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey