But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise
Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together
And ruin`d love when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; where little fear grows great, great love grows there
When love begins to sicken and decay, it useth an enforced ceremony
What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long