i have done penence for contemning love,
whose high imperious thoughts have punished me
with bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
with nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs,
for in revenge of my contempt of love,
love has chased sleep from my enthralled eyes,
and made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow.
o, gentle proteus, love's a mighty lord,
and hath so humbled me, as i confess
there is no woe to his correction,
nor to his service no such joy on earth:
now no discourse, except it be of love:
now can i break my fast, dine, sup and sleep,
upon the very naked name of love.


two gentlemen of verona