Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion
Interpretation
The speaker longs for the end of a tiring day to be reunited with their beloved.
This quote expresses a deep yearning and impatience for a reunion with a loved one, highlighting the emotional toll that distance and time can take on a relationship. The speaker feels weighed down by the long day, pleading for it to conclude so they can finally experience the joy of being with their love, emphasizing the intensity of their affection and desire.
In practice
This quote could be shared at a wedding to emphasize the joy of love.
But O the exceeding grace_x000D_ Of highest God, that loves his creatures so,_x000D_ And all his works with mercy doth embrace,_x000D_ That blessed angels, he sends to and fro,_x000D_ To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
The noblest mind the best contentment has
What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ; Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought : For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tyde unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.
No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
I hate the day, because it lendeth light_x000D_ _x000D_ To see all things, but not my love to see.
For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; _x000D_ For the soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.
I'm so proud the fans still sing my name, but I fear tomorrow they will stop. I fear it because I love it. And everything you love, you fear you will lose.
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;_x000D_ _x000D_ But yet you draw not iron, for my heart_x000D_ _x000D_ Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw,_x000D_ _x000D_ And I shall have no power to follow you.
I held you in the square And felt the evening Re-order itself around Your smile.
In the hope to meet_x000D_ _x000D_ Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
The root of the matter is a very simple and old fashioned thing... love or compassion. If you feel this, you have a motive for existence, a guide for action, a reason for courage, an imperative necessity for intellectual honesty.
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