The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Oh wrangling schools, that search what fire
Shall burn this world, had none the wit
Unto this knowledge to aspire,
That this her fever might be it?
‘Songs and Sonnets’ ‘A Fever’
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm
Nor question much
That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm;
The mystery, the sign you must not touch,
For ’tis my outward soul,
Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone,
Will leave this to control,
And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
‘Songs and Sonnets’ ‘The Funeral’
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seven sleepers den?
‘Songs and Sonnets’ ‘The Good-Morrow’
And now good morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear.
‘Songs and Sonnets’ ‘The Good-Morrow’
Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love’s philosophy.
‘Songs and Sonnets’ ‘A Lecture in the Shadow’
When I died last, and, dear, I die
As often as from thee I go,
Though it be but an hour ago,
And lovers’ hours be full eternity.
‘Songs and Sonnets’ ‘The Legacy’
If yet I have not all thy love,
Dear, I shall never have it all.
‘Songs and Sonnets’ ‘Lovers’ Infiniteness’
I long to talk with some old lover’s ghost,
Who died before the god of love was born.
‘Songs and Sonnets’ ‘Love’s Deity’
’Tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s.
‘Songs and Sonnets’ ‘A Nocturnal upon St Lucy’s Day’
The world’s whole sap is sunk:
The general balm th’ hydroptic earth hath drunk.