Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
It is not night when I do see your face.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
What light through yonder window breaks?
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.