My bounty is as boundless as the
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Lovers can do their amorous rites
By their own beauties
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek.