William Shakespeare on Poetry about love
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“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.”
“On a day — alack the day! — Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air”
“Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.”