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They do not love that do not show their love.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
-- William Shakespeare
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
-- William Shakespeare
I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand which I love so well.
-- William Shakespeare
In thy face I see honor, truth and loyalty.
-- William Shakespeare
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
-- William Shakespeare
Love goes toward love.
-- William Shakespeare
...Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or Bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
-- William Shakespeare
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
-- William Shakespeare
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
-- William Shakespeare
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
-- William Shakespeare
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
-- William Shakespeare
I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand which I love so well.
-- William Shakespeare
In thy face I see honor, truth and loyalty.
-- William Shakespeare
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
-- William Shakespeare
Love goes toward love.
-- William Shakespeare
...Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or Bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
-- William Shakespeare
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
-- William Shakespeare
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
-- William Shakespeare