Category: Romantic

  • November 4

    November 4

    Thou art
    The armourer of my heart.

  • November 1

    November 1

    Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
    Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
    Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
    But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

  • October 25

    October 25

    All thy vexations
    Were but my trials of thy love and thou
    Hast strangely stood the test here, afore Heaven,
    I ratify this my rich gift.

  • October 24

    October 24

    …for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say)
    whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a
    temperance that may give it smoothness.

  • October 23

    October 23

    If thou dost love me, show me thy thought.

  • October 22

    October 22

    Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
    That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.

  • October 20

    October 20

    You should account me the more virtuous
    That I have not been common in my love.