Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Tho' her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I love thee, most lovable Lady, By the love which I bear thee, I promise ever to serve thee, and to do… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
