And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do
William ShakespeareHere is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.
William ShakespeareShe never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.
William Shakespeare