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I saw this, and I felt like putting it up. Thanks to the person who originally posted it.
"So dear I love him that with him,
All deaths I could endure.
Without him, live no life."
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet."
"Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
take him and cut him out in little stars,
and he will make the face of heaven so fine
that all the world will be in love with night
and pay no worship to the garish sun."
"Is love a tender thing?
It is too rough, too rude,
too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn."
"So dear I love him that with him,
All deaths I could endure.
Without him, live no life."
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet."
"Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
take him and cut him out in little stars,
and he will make the face of heaven so fine
that all the world will be in love with night
and pay no worship to the garish sun."
"Is love a tender thing?
It is too rough, too rude,
too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn."