John Donne

“ All women shall adore us, and some men.
And, since at such time miracles are sought,
I would have that age by this paper taught
What miracles we harmless lovers wrought.
⁠First we loved well and faithfully,
⁠Yet knew not what we loved, nor why;
⁠Difference of sex we never knew,
⁠No more than guardian angels do;
⁠Coming and going we
Perchance might kiss, but not between those meals;
⁠Our hands ne'er touch'd the seals,
Which nature, injured by late law, sets free. ”

“ All measure, and all language, I should pass,
Should I tell what a miracle she was. ”

“ A bracelet of bright hair about the bone,
⁠Will he not let us alone,
And think that there a loving couple lies,
Who thought that this device might be some way
To make their souls at the last busy day
Meet at this grave, and make a little stay? ”