Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks. - John Donne

when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again, for that library where every book shall lie open to one another;

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

...but come bad chance
And wee joyne to it our strength
And wee teach it art and length
It selfe o'er us to advance.