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When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew. - Shakespeare
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar but never doubt thy love. - Shakespeare
I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew. - Shakespeare
Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest
They that thrive well take counsel of their friends
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none
God send everyone their heart's desire !
God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet
Joy, gentle friends ! joy, and fresh days of love accompany your hearts !
Have patience, and endure
The course of true love never did run smooth
For where thou art, there is the world itself, and where though art not, desolation
Good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end
I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain
Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain
Love that well which thou must leave ere long
O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day
O, spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou !
Sweet, above thought I love thee
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none
This is the very ecstasy of love
Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her
Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love
They do not love that do not show their love
When you depart from me sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better
A contract of eternal bond of love confirm'd by mutual joinder of hands
God, the best maker of marriages, combine your hearts in one !
O, two such silver currents, when they join, do glorify the banks than bound them in
I'll note you in my book of memory
It is the mind that makes the body rich
To thine own self be true... and it must follow, as the night the day, thou can'st not then be false to any man
O, flatter me, for love delights in praises
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done
Do thy worst old Time... despite thy wrong, my love shall in my verse ever live young
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