Love always makes those eloquent that have it. - Christopher Marlowe

Pluck up your hearts, since fate still rests our friend.

Time passeth swift away;
Our life is frail, and we may die to-day.

Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.