“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,My love as deep; the more I give to thee,The more I have, for both are infinite.”

“My love as deep; the more I give to thee,The more I have, both are infinite.”

“O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?”

“Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all,What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest,I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest, But yet be blam’d, if thou this self deceivest By willful taste of what thyself refusest.”

“Before, I loved thee as a brother, John,But now, I do respect thee as my soul.”

“I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it.”

“Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.”