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They do not love that do not show their love.I agree with this view of love as a complicated multi-directional aspects of love and can not add anything to Will's words.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.Well, duh. Pretty self explanatory.
Love is a smoke raised 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.
Nothing much sexier that Love is smoke raised with sighs. This is a good summary of what love is.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.Sounds more like a motivational quote used by Anthony Robbins than about love. It is a true line though.
No sooner met but they looked;Seems like the cascade of love to me.
No sooner looked but they loved;
No sooner loved but they sighed;
No sooner signed but they asked one another the reason;
No sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy;
And in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage...
A Graze on my lips: and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
Damn, that is sexy.
You have chosen some sensual, sexy words about love from among Shakespeare's great and long commentary on love. My husband and I chose Sonnet 116 to be read at our wedding:
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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.
My husband especially liked the last words, "even to the edge of doom." Little did we know our love would "bear it out" through his decade-long illness and slow death. Perhaps he had some vision of the edge of doom already.
Dr. L, thank you for sharing that deeply personal quote and story. As I get older, my deep appreciation of Will's words grows more with every reading.
ReplyDeleteThat's an incredibly sexy photo. I love Shakespeare's sonnets, there was no one like him. For some reason I was reminded of Cyrano de Bergerac, though. Cyrano sends Roxanne a love letter, saying "Believe me, if kisses could be sent by mail, you would now be reading my letter with your lips". :)
ReplyDeleteSB, if your truck doesn't justify you, then your command of love poetry will!
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