From the book

Doubt thou the stars are fire'

Doubt that the sun doth move;

Doubt truth to be a liar'

But never doubt I love.

William Shakespeare

If I had thought thou couldst have died

I might not weep for thee;

But I forgot, when by thy side,

That thou couldst mortal be;

It never through my mind had past

The time would e'er be o'er,

and I on thee should look my last,

And thou shouldst smile no more!

Charles Wolfe

Come live with me, and be my love,

And we will some new pleasures prove

Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,

With Silken lines, and silver hooks.

John Donne