So smile the heavens upon this holy act,That after-hours with sorrow chide us not!
Amen, amen. But come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight. Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine.
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately: Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Here comes the lady. O, so light a footWill ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.A lover may bestride the gossamerThat idles in the wanton summer air,And yet not fall, so light is vanity.
Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heaped like mine and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbor air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament. They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
Come, come with me, and we will make short work;For, by your leaves, you shall not stay aloneTill holy church incorporate two in one.
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