They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator.
When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.
The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself
I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.