God, the best maker of all marriages, combine your hearts into one.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
They do not love that do not show their love
The course of true love never did run smooth
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
I’ll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I’ll die by your hands which I love so well.
In thy face I see honor, truth and loyalty.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
They do not love that do not show their love
The course of true love never did run smooth
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
I’ll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I’ll die by your hands which I love so well.
In thy face I see honor, truth and loyalty.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
Love goes toward love.
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds
Or bends with the remover to remove
O.. no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempest and is never shaken
It is the star to every wandering bark
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lover’s meat
What is it else? A madness most discreet
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
They do not love that do not shoe their love.
The courses of true love never did run smooth.
A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.
Love looks not with eyes, but with the mind
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
My bounty is as deep as the sea
My love as deep, the more I give to thee
The more I have, for both are infinite.
My heart is ever at your service.
So they lov’d as love in twain
Had the essence but in one
Two distinct, divisions none
One half of me is yours, the other half yours
Mine own, I would say : but if mine, then yours
And so all yours!
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
Such is my love. To thee I so belong
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.
I’ll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.
Journey’s end in lovers meeting.
If music be the food of love, play on.
No sooner met but they looked
No sooner looked but they loved
No sooner voved but they sighed
No sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy
And in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.
Doubt thou the stars are fire
Doubt the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be liar
But never doubt thy love.
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