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.
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.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
They do not love that do not show their love.
The courses of true love never did run smooth.
A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
My bounty is as deep as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
My heart is ever at your service.
So they lov'd as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distinct, divisions none...
One half of me is yours, the other half yours-
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
And so all yours!
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.
I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.
Journey's end in lovers meeting.
If music be the food of love, play on
No sooner met but they looked;
No sooner looked but they loved;
No sooner loved but they sighed;
No sooner signed but they asked one another the reason;
No sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy;
And in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage...
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar
but never doubt thy love.
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