John Donne

I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

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.

I joy, that in these straits I see my west;.

True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is the second of our reign.