Lovers and madmen have such seething brainsSuch shaping fantasies that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends.The lunatic the lover and the poetAre of imagination all compactOne sees more devils than vast hell can holdThat is the madman the lover all as franticSees Helens beauty in a brow of EgyptThe poets eye in fine frenzy rollingDoth glance from heaven to earth from earth to heavenAnd as imagination bodies forthThe forms of things unknown the poets penTurns them to shapes and gives to airy nothingA local habitation and a name.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.

O serpent heart hid with a flowering faceDid ever a dragon keep so fair a caveBeautiful tyrant feind angelical dove feather raven wolvish-ravening lamb Despised substance of devinest show just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint an honourable villain

...Who could refrainThat had a heart to love and in that heartCourage to make love known

Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration findsOr bends with the remover to remove.O no it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shakenIt is the star to every wandring barkWhose worths unknown although his height be taken.Sonnet 116

And yetto say the truth reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

Love is heavy and light bright and dark hot and cold sick and healthy asleep and awake- its everything except what it is Act 1 scene 1

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.

Shall I compare thee to a summers day Thou art more lovely and more temperate Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May And summers lease hath all too short a date Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines And too often is his gold complexion dimmd And every fair from fair sometimes declines By chance or natures changing course untrimmd By thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest Nor shall Death brag thou wanderst in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou growest So long as men can breathe or eyes can see So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Dont waste your love on somebody who doesnt value it.