Out of this nettle, danger, we
pluck this flower, safety.
Foul cankering rust the hidden
treasure frets, But gold that's put
to use more gold begets.
My love as deep; the more I give to
thee,The more I have, both are
She is mine own, And I as rich in
having such a jewel As twenty seas,
if all their sand were pearl, The
water nectar, and the rocks pure
The innocent sleep, Sleep that
knits up the ravelled sleave of
As soon go kindle fire with snow,
as seek to quench the fire of love
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for
it was made For kissing, lady, not
for such contempt.
Category: Being Yourself
God has given you one face, and you
make yourself another.