To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me, and so kind.
John KeatsI have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank loveโbut if you should deny me the thousand and firstโโt would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.
John Keats