I Am Two Fools, I

So, So, Break Off This Last Lamenting Kiss, Which Sucks Two Souls, And Vapors Both Away.

Kind Pity Chokes My Spleen.

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.

In Best Understandings, Sin Began, Angels Sinned First, Then Devils, And Then Man.

Twice Or Thrice Had I Loved Thee Before I Knew Thy Face Or Name, So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Oft, And Worshiped Be.