She who to Heaven more heaven doth annex, Whose lowest Thought was above all our Sex, Accounted nothing Death but t’be Repriv’d, And dyed as free fro… - William Cartwright (dramatist)

I can hear thee curse, yet chase thee;
Drink thy tears, yet still embrace thee.
Easie riches is no treasure;
She that’s willing, spoils the pleasure.
Love bids learn the restless fight,
Pull and struggle whilst ye twine: Let me use my force to night,
The next conquest shall be thine.

Give me a Girl, if one I needs must meet,
Or in her nuptial, or her Winding-sheet;
I know but two good Hours that Women have,
One in the Bed, another in the Grave,
Thus of the whole Sex all I would desire,
Is to enjoy their Ashes or their Fire.

There are two Births, the one when Light First strikes the new awak’ned sense;
The Other when two Souls unite; And we must count our life from thence:
When you lov’d me, and I lov’d you,
Then both of us were born anew.Love then to us did new Souls give, And in those Souls did plant new pow’rs;
Since when another life we live, The Breath we breathe is his, not ours;
Love makes those young, whom Age doth Chill,
And whom he finds young, keeps young still.