"Sonnets from the Portuguese" Quotes

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life!

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints.

I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed And worthy of acceptation.