Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.

Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part To live and die for thee.

You say to me - wards your affection's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long