Love Wins
What though the rose have prickles, yet ’tis pluck’d:
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,
Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.
–Venus and Adonis

What though the rose have prickles, yet ’tis pluck’d:
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,
Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.
–Venus and Adonis

O, learn to love; the lesson is but plain,
And once made perfect, never lost again.
–Venus and Adonis

O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,
In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,
For thou art all, and all things else are thine.
–A Lover’s Complaint

My vow was earthly, thou a heavenly love;
Thy grace being gain’d cures all disgrace in me.
–The Passionate Pilgrim

There shall not be one minute in an hour
Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love’s flower.
–Venus and Adonis