I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.
That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.