For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings / That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
These are the closing lines of Sonnet 29, which begins with the speaker in disgrace, envying others and cursing his luck. The turn comes when he thinks of the person he loves, and his low mood lifts. It was printed in the 1609 quarto.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; / The valiant never taste of death but once.
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
Love is not love / Which alters when it alteration finds.
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, / Awake for ever in a sweet unrest.
Come live with me and be my love, / And we will all the pleasures prove.
Had we never lov’d sae kindly, / Had we never lov’d sae blindly, / Never met—or never parted, / We had ne’er been broken-hearted.