Who could refrain, that had a heart to love, and in that heart courage to make’s love known?
Saint Valentine is past: Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
If Love be blind, it best agrees with night.
Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Yet do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong, my love shall in my verse ever live young.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
