Love’s a pool so strong
that it cures men’s maladies.
My cure’s in her eyes. ¹

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1. Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:— Sonnet CLIII – William Shakespeare ↩

Your bed-vow breaking
has torn faith and broken oaths.
You are fair. I lie.¹

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1. In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn,— Sonnet CLII – William Shakespeare ↩

Love’s too young to know
what it is here to witness.
In love I rise — fall.¹

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1. Love is too young to know what conscience is;— Sonnet CLI – William Shakespeare ↩

What power caused me
to love worthless worthiness?
You hate, yet I love.¹

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1. O, from what power hast thou this powerful might— Sonnet CL – William Shakespeare ↩

Cruel, cruel, love,
I worship your faults and yet,
you love another.¹

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1. Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, — Sonnet CXLIX – William Shakespeare ↩

Love’s the blindest guide.
Love’s the most cunning liar.
Blind men can’t but fall.¹

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1. O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, — Sonnet CXLVIII – William Shakespeare ↩

My love’s a fever;
a disease that seeks no cure —
My love’s black as hell.¹

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1. My love is as a fever, longing still — Sonnet CXLVII – William Shakespeare ↩

Dearth-filled gaiety
paints my body’s outward frame —
death’s death brings me life¹


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1. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, — Sonnet CXLVI – William Shakespeare ↩

Love formed lips did hate,
but straight ‘twas taught to greet the
dawn with Love’s own song. ¹

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1. Those lips that Love’s own hand did make — Sonnet CXLV – William Shakespeare ↩