Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!
William ShakespeareThou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
William ShakespeareGive me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
William Shakespeare