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Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
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This is the very ecstacy of love:
Whose violent property fore does itself,
And leads the will to desperate undertakings,
As oft as any passion under heaven,
That does afflict our natures.
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Love is begun by time,
And time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
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You cannot call it love, for at your age
The heyday in the blood is tame
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So loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven,
Visit her face' too roughly. |
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Sonnet 90
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so!...
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Romeo and Juliet
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...
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Sonnet 116
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom....
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