Category: Dark

  • January 16

    January 16

    So true a fool is love that in your will,
    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

  • December 14

    December 14

    Thou ever young, fresh, loved and delicate wooer,
    Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow.

  • December 12

    December 12

    Pray you, who does the wolf love?

  • October 15

    October 15

    Who could refrain,
    That had a heart to love, and in that heart
    Courage to make ‘s love known?

  • September 26

    September 26

    Thou hast made my heart
    Too great for what contains it.

  • August 21

    August 21

    Do you not love me? do you not, indeed?
    Well, do not then; for since you love me not,
    I will not love myself. Do you not love me?

  • August 19

    August 19

    The gifts she looks from me are pack’d and lock’d
    Up in my heart; which I have given already,
    But not deliver’d.