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.
For thy sweet love remember'd
such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my
state with kings.
I'll follow you and make a
heaven out of hell, and I'll die
by your hand which I love so
well.
In thy face I see honor, truth
and loyalty.
Now join your hands, and with
your hands your hearts.
-- William Shakespeare
Love goes toward love.
...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.
Love sought is good, but
given unsought, is better.
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.
