Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
This is the short and the long of it.
Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!
God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!
Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.