Могилы - не дурной приют, но там обняться не дают. - Andrew Marvell

If these the Times, then this must be the Man.

[Andrew Marvell on Oliver Cromwell]

As lines, so loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet;
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.

Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.

My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.