Romantic Love

This bed thy centre is, these walls thy sphere.

Busy old fool, unruly sun,

Go, and catch a falling star,

And now good morrow to our waking souls,

I long to talk with some old lover’s ghost,

Come live with me, and be my love,

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I

All other things, to their destruction draw,

i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.

Courtship to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

O yonge, fresshe folkes, he or she,

Love wol nat been constreyned by maistrye.

In her first passion woman loves her lover,

Man’s love is of man’s life a thing apart,

Love is a boy, by poets styled,

To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun.

O, my Luve’s like a red, red rose

My love she’s but a lassie yet.

John Anderson my jo, John,

That moment she was mine, mine, fair, Perfectly pure and good.

I shall but love thee better after death.

I love thee with the breath,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

Love seeketh not itself to please,