Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
'Twere all one
That I should love a bright particular starAnd think to wed it,
he is so above me.
(All's Well That Ends Well, 1.1.82-4)
The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
(As You Like It, 3.4.54)
Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
Bliss in our brows' bent;
none our parts so poor
But was a race of heaven.
(Antony and Cleopatra, 1.3.36-8)
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved.
(As You Like It, 2.4.33-5)
Friday, September 7, 2007
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