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.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
It is not night when I do see your face.
You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
What light through yonder window breaks?
I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.