Clergyman's

“She dealt her pretty words like Blades –How glittering they shone –And every One unbared a NerveOr wantoned with a Bone –She never deemed — she hurt –That — is not Steel’s Affair –A vulgar grimace in the Flesh –How ill the Creatures bear –To Ache is human — not polite –The Film upon the eyeMortality’s old Custom –Just locking up — to Die.”
— Emily Dickinson

“Fondling,’ she saith, ‘since I have hemm’d thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I’ll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.”
— William Shakespeare

“I still read Donne, particularly his love poems.”
– Carol Ann Duffy