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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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O love! O life!--not life, but love in death! - Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,
There lives within the very flame of love In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught,-- That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit: This interchange of love, I here protest, Out of her favour where I am in love. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: That murder'd my love's cousin,--with which grief, To season love, that of it doth not taste! Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, | I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see |
In love? How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, To be reveng'd on him that loveth thee. Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;-- Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,-- Do not deny to him that you love me. This general applause and cheerful shout
Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard: Which now the loving haste of these our friends,