Relationships and Family

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I’ll not look for wine. 2 The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove’s nectar sup, I would not change for thine.

Follow a shadow, it still flies you; Seem to fly it, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you.

Rest in soft peace, and, asked, say here doth lie Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry: For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy! My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy.

There shall be no love lost.

Who ever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he’s one that goes To sea for nothing but to make him sick.

Nature’s lay idiot, I taught thee to love.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.

So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.

Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread Our eyes, upon one double string; So to entergraft our hands, as yet Was all the means to make us one, And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation.

Dull sublunary lovers’ love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.

Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.

All Kings, and all their favorites, All glory of honors, beauties, wits, The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is elder by a year, now, than it was When thou and I first one another saw: All other things, to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay; This, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, Running, it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.

’Tis true, ’tis day; what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise, because ’tis light? Did we lie down, because ’twas night? Love which in spite of darkness brought us hither Should in despite of light keep us together.

Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.

Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.

When I died last, and dear, I die As often as from thee I go.

Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone.

The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.

For God sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

She is all states, and all princes, I, Nothing else is.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.