“The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts
Not of two lovers, but two loves the nests.”

“…her breasts swam towards me like two pink-nosed fish and she let me hold them.”

“Love has the faculty of making two lovers seem naked, not in each other's sight, but in their own.”

“Half-buried to her flaming breast
In this bright tree, she makes her nest,
Hundred-sunned Phoenix! when she must
Crumble at length to hoary dust!”

“Two souls alas! dwell in my breast.”

“Leave the breast
And then the nest
And then regret you ever left.”

“Two hands upon the breast,
And labour’s done;
Two pale feet crossed in rest,
The race is won.”

“Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.”

“In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.”

“Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time,
And make two lovers happy.”