Quotes from Henry King

We that did nothing study but the wayTo love each other, with which thoughts the dayRose with delight to us, and with them set,Must learn the hateful art, how to forget.

Then we shall riseAnd view ourselves with clearer eyesIn that calm region where no nightCan hide us from each other's sight.

Thou art the book,The library whereon I look.

Sleep on, my Love, in thy cold bed,Never to be disquieted!My last good-night! Thou wilt not wake,Till I thy fate shall overtake;Till age, or grief, or sickness, mustMarry my body to that dustIt so much loves, and fill the roomMy heart keeps empty in thy tomb.Stay for me there; I will not failTo meet thee in that hollow vale.