Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend. - John Donne

It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?

Contemplative and bookish men must of necessity be more quarrelsome than others, because neither do they contend about matters of fact nor can they determine their controversies by any certain witnesses or judges.