Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.
"If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die"
"We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal
in folly."
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