These violent delights have violent ends.
And in their triumph die,
Like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.
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Doubt thou the stars are fire
Doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt truth to be a liar
But never doubt I love
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My words fly up,
My thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts,
Never to heaven go.
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