Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
The fear's as bad as falling.
I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it
A man can die but once.
A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?