He says, he loves my daughter; I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water, as he'll stand and read, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, I think, there is not half a kiss to choose, Who loves another best.
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
The prize of all too precious you.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs;
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause But rather reason thus with reason fetter, Love sought is good, but given unsought better.
The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough.
Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows' bent; none our parts so poor But was a race of heaven.