- "— sad hours seem long."
- "love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears."
- "i have lost myself. i am not here."
- "earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light."
- "the all-seeing sun never saw her match since first the world begun."
- "— seek happy nights to happy days."
- "under love's heavy burden do i sink."
- "for you and i are past our dancing days."
- "did my heart love till now? forswear it, sigh, for i never saw true beauty till this night."
- "thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged."
- "then have my lips the sin that they have took."
- "can i go forward when my heart is here?"
- "the brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp."
- "— the god of my idolatry —"
- "the more i give to thee, the more i have, for both are infinite."
- "it is my soul that calls upon my name."
- "your men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes."
- "then love-devouring death do what he dare, it is enough i may but call her mine."
- "these violent delights have violent ends."
- "if love be blind, it best agrees with night."
- "— and when i shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night."
- "these griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old."
- "thou cannot speak of that thou dost not feel."
- "it were a grief so brief to part with thee."
- "well, we were born to die."
- "believe me, love, it was the nightingale."
- "i must be gone and live, or stay and die."
- "more light and light, more dark and dark our woes."
- "my heart is wondrous light."
- "death lies on her like an untimely frost upon the sweetest flower of all the field."
- "not life, but love in death!"
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