She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile
Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.
Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time
Let life be short, else shame will be too long.