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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

They do not love that do not show their love.

Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you did My heart fly to your service.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

One half of me is yours, the other half yours— Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

With adorations, fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove.

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distincts, division none: Number there in love was slain.

No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason.

I love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.

O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!

Hear my soul speak. The very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly to your service.

Speak low if you speak love.

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.

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

What's mine is yours and what is yours is mine.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.

When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.

I would not wish any companion in the world but you.

I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.

When love speaks, the voice of all the gods Make heaven drowsy with the harmony.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Her eyes are grey as glass, and so are mine: Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high.

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

For where thou art, there is the world itself, And where thou art not, desolation.

You say you love; but with a voice Chaster than a nun's, who singeth the vestal's lay.