In black ink my love may still shine bright. Sonnets, lxv. Let all the number of the stars give light To thy fair way! -Farewell, farewell! Antony and Cleopatra, iii. 2. At the expiration of the year, Come challenge me, challenge me by these desserts, And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine, I will be thine. Love's Labour Lost, v. 2. The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase, Even as our days do grow. Othello, ii. 1. I must leave thee, love, and shortly, too. Hamlet, iii. 2. Honour, high honour and renown, To Hymen, god of every town! As You Like It, v. 4. Adieu; be happy! Antony and Cleopatra, iii. 2. |