Posted by: Elisabetta
But I am constant as the northern star, of whose true-fixed and resting quality. There is no fellow in the firmament.
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But I am constant as the northern star, of whose true-fixed and resting quality. There is no fellow in the firmament.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds or bends with the remover to remove...
'Tis an ever fixed mark that loks on tempests and is never shaken...
Love alters not with his breef hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom...
if this be error and upon me proved, I never writ...
Nor no man ever loved...
Is a nice prison, the world.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Love is the wisest of madness, able to suppress bitterness, sweetness able to heal.
With your image and your love, though absent, you are present every hour. Because you can't go away over the limit of my thoughts, and I am with them every hour, and they are with you.
Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
It is enough I may but call her mine.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
Love, love madly, love as much as you can and if they then should tell you it's a sin then love your sin and you shall be innocent.