...Love is not love Which alters when it
alteration finds, Or bends with the remover
to remove; O, not it is an ever fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It
is the star to every wandering bark, Whose
worth's unknown although his height be taken
So they lovd as love in
twain had the essence but in one; two
distincts, division none...
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.
One half of me is yours, the
other half yours-Mine own, I would say; but if
mine, then yours and so yours!
Joy, gentle friends! Joy and
fresh days of love accompany your hearts!
But here's
the joy: my friend and I are one...
Then she loves but me alone!
Love comforteth like
sunshine after rain
Love sought is good, but
given unsought is better
Such is my
love, to thee I so belong, That for they right
myself will bear all wrong
For they sweet love
remembered such wealth brings. That then I
scorn to change my state with kings
Shall quips and sentences
and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man
from the career of his humor? No; the world
must be peopled. When I said I would die a
bachelor, I did not thing I should live till I
were married
Did my heart love 'til now?
Forswear it sight, for I never saw true beauty
till tonight
To me, fair friend, you
never can be old. For as you were when first
your eye I eyed, such seems your beauty still
Hereafter in a better world
than this, I shall desire more love and
knowledge of you
I'll be as patient as a
gentle stream and make a pastime of each weary
stop, till the last step have brought me to my
love; and there I'll rest, as after much
turmoil a blessed soul doth in Elysium
My heart is ever at your
service
They do not love that do not
show their love
Thou, Julia, thou hast
metamorphos'd me; made me neglect my studies,
lose my time, war with good counsel, set the
world at nought; made wit, with musing weak,
heartsick with thought
Doubt though the starts are
fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt
truth to be a liar; But never doubt, I love
thee
So dear I love him that with
him, All deaths I could endure. Without him,
live no life
I love thee, I love but
thee. With a love that shall not die, Till
the sun grows cold, and the starts grow old
If music be the food of
love, play on
Upon that I kiss your hand,
and I call you my queen
For thy sweet
love remember’d such Wealth brings, That then
I scorn to change my state with kings
One half of
me is yours, the other half yours-Mine own, I
would say; but if mine, then yours, And so
all yours!
My bounty is
as deep boundless as the sea. My love as deep;
The more I give to thee,the more I have, for
both are infinite.
The
Nature of True Love
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
0, no! it is an ever fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worths unknown, although his height be
taken.
Loves not Times fool, though rosy lips and
cheeks
Within his bending sickles compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and
weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved |
