It is best to love wisely, no doubt: but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
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