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.
The evil that men do lives after them; The good is often interred with their bones.
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.
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night.
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.