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Wednesday, April 20, 2016

His unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love



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What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!



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Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?







Love is begun by time, And time qualifies the spark and fire of it



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Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did:
O, how I long to have some chat with her!



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Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday



I would not wish any companion in the world but you, bülent boz




I would not wish any companion in the world but you



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Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service



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The sight of lovers feedeth those in love



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What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?



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Love is blind, and lovers cannot see, The pretty follies that themselves commit



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Love sought is good, but given unsought is better



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You have witchcraft in your lips



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Love for thy love , and hand for hand I give.



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She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is woman, and therefore to be won



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I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap



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Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof



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Love will not be spurred to what it loathes



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This bud of love by summer’s ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet



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These words are razors to my wounded heart.



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I am giddy, expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense.



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Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.








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