Perfect love is rare indeed.... to be a lover will require that you continually
have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child the sensitivity 
of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint,
the tolerance of the scholar, and the fortitude of the certain.

He who loves with purity considers not the 
gift of the lover, but the love of the giver.

My lover is mine and I am his

Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
could ever hear by tale or history,
the course of true love never did run smooth.

It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing them
to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.

Lovers who have nothing to do love each other are not really
to be envied; love and nothing else very soon is nothing else.

You are always new. the last of you kisses was
ever sweetest; the last smile the brightest;
the last movement the grace fullest.

Is I could write the beauty of you eyes 
and in fresh numbers number all your graces,
the age to come would say, "this poet lies;
such heavenly touches never touched earthly faces."

To me you are the gate of paradise for you
I will renounce fame, creativity, everything.

Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
the very eyes of me :
and hast command of every part
to live and die for thee.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes
and in fresh numbers number all you graces,
the age to come would say," This poet lies;
such heavenly touches near touched earthly faces."

I love you no matter what you do, but
do you have to do so much of it?

I love you despite you betrayals, how
would I have felt had you been faithful?

How many loved you moments of glad grace,
and loved you beauty with love false and true,
but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you
and love the sorrows of you changing face.