Wherever sorrow is, relief would be. If you do sorrow at my grief in love, by giving love your sorrow and my grief were both extermined.
They do not love that do not show their love.
The hind that would be mated by the lion must die for love.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made for kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted, what bargains may I make, still to be sealing?
O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.
Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues; Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
