Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.

Absent in body, but present in spirit.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.

Condemned whole years in absence to deplore, And image charms he must behold no more.

For I verily, absent in body, but present in spirit, have judged already, as though I were present, concerning him that hath so done this deed

How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere!

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

I dote on his very absence.

In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.

Is not absence death to those who love?