Sonnet CXVI - by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

Bonnie Annie Laurie - by William Douglas

Maxwelton's braes are bonnie

Where early fa's the dew

And 'twas there that Annie Laurie

Gave me her promise true

Dear, I to Thee This Diamond Commend - by Sir John Harrington

Dear, I to thee this diamond commend,

In which a model of thyself I send.

How just unto thy joints this circlet sitteth,

So just thy face and shape my fancy fitteth.

Love - by Rupert Brooke

Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate,

Where that comes in that shall not go again;

Love sells the proud heart's citadel to Fate.

They have known shame, who love unloved. Even then,