Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
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.
They do not love that do not show their love.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
If music be the food of love, play on.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service.
Love is like a child,
That longs for everything it can come by.
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