I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. If ever two were one, then surely we. Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense. Till that death do sense bereave, Never shall affection die.
Eternity is too short To utter all thy praise.
My dreaming in the day. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called.