Found inside a book today, some poetry extracts (handwritten and typed). One of these is from Andrew Marvell’s The Definition of Love which I was unfamiliar with. It has proved a nice Friday morning discovery. If you can’t see the picture very clearly these are the stanzas we found:
As lines, so love’s oblique, may well
Themselves in every angle greet :
But ours, so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.