So long as men can breathe$$$ or eyes can see$$$
So long lives this$$$ and this gives life to thee.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

For I have sworn thee fair$$$ and thought thee bright$$$
Who art as black as hell$$$ as dark as night.

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

In black ink my love may still shine bright.

<p>The saddest thing about love$$$ Joe$$$ is that not only the love cannot last forever$$$ but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.</p>

My woes end likewise with the evening sun.

Yet this my comfort: when your words are done$$$

Every why hath a wherefore.