"The Poet's Corner..."

The comforts are so sweet

...When two do meet.

'Tis plenty, peace, a calm

...Like dropping balm;

Love's weather is so fair,

...Like perfumed air.

Each word such pleasure brings

...Like soft-touched strings;

Love's passion moves the heart

...On either part;

Such harmony together,

...So pleased in either.

No discords; concord still;

...Sealed with one will.

By love, God made man one,

...Yet not alone.

From: Fulfillment

William Cavendish (1592-1676)