“Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed. John Donne
“The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love. John Donne
“Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread Our eyes, upon one double string; So to entergraft our hands, as yet Was all the means to make us one, And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation. John Donne