A Lover's Complaint

“Love comforeth like sunshine after rain,But Lust's effect is tempest after sun.Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain;Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done.Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.””

— William Shakespeare

“The summer's flower is to the summer sweetThough to itself it only live and die””

— William Shakespeare

“When my love swears that she is made of truth,I do believe her, though I know she lies””

— William Shakespeare

“Amore non è amoreSe muta quando scopre un mutamentoO tende a svanire quando l‘altro s‘allontana.Oh no! Amore è un faro sempre fissoChe sovrasta la tempesta e non vacilla mai;È la stella che guida di ogni barca,Il cui valore è sconosciuto, benché nota la distanza.Amore non è soggetto al Tempo, pur se rosee labbraE gote dovran cadere sotto la sua curva lama;Amore non muta in poche ore o settimane,Ma impavido resiste al giorno estremo del giudizio;Se questo è un errore e mi sarà provato,Io non ho mai scritto, e nessuno ha mai amato.””

— William Shakespeare

“When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see.””

— William Shakespeare

“The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death, and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom.””

— William Shakespeare

“The other two, slight air, and purging fire Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the other my desire,””

— William Shakespeare

“Look what is best, that best I wish in thee: This wish I have; then ten times happy me!””

— William Shakespeare

“Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tir'd; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired:””

— William Shakespeare