Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up; So quick bright things come to confusion.

His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

Every offense is not a hate at first.

Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south.