Can one desire too much of a good thing?

A dish fit for the gods.

A dream itself is but a shadow.

Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move his aides, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.

Love is blind, and lovers cannot see, the pretty follies that themselves commit.

The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service.

She’s beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is woman, and therefore to be won.

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