Venus and Adonis (Shakespeare poem)

"For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again."

"Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear, Or like a fairy trip upon the green, Or, like a nymph, with long dishevelld hair, Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen: Love is a spirit all compact of fire, Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire."

"Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover; What though the rose have prickles, yet tis pluckd: Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last."

"Hunting he lovd, but love he laughd to scorn."

"Affection is a coal that must be coold; Else, sufferd, it will set the heart on fire."

"This carry-tale, dissentious Jealousy, That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring."