In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the springโ
William ShakespeareAs soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
William ShakespeareFor night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.
William Shakespeare