My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak.
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his best.
So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.
Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects treachery?