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How but in custom and in ceremony are innocence and beauty born?
---W. B. Yeats
I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?
---William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
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If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
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Who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make love known?
---William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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So I find every pleasant spot
In which we two were wont to meet,
The field, the chamber, and the street,
For all is dark where thou art not
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;
Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night...
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
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