Romantic Love

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.

But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest, Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp North, without declining West?

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov’d? were we not wean’d till then But suck’d on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seven sleepers’ den?

And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

Ferdinand: … Here’s my hand. Miranda: And mine, with my heart in’t.

Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still.

And ruin’d love, when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

That is my home of love: if I have rang’d, Like him that travels, I return again.

I am dying, Egypt, dying; only I here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips.