/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: hekatherina https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/profile-photo-hekatherina-48x48.jpg?cb=1528279634 "I could love thee till I die, Would'st thou love me modestly, And ne'er press, whilst I live, For more than willingly I would give: Which should sufficient be to prove I'd understand the art of love. I hate the thing is called enjoyment: Besides it is a dull employment, It cuts off all that's life and fire From that which may be termed desire; Just like the bee whose sting is gone Converts the owner to a drone. I love a youth will give me leave His body in my arms to wreathe; To press him gently, and to kiss; To sigh, and look with eyes that wish For what, if I could once obtain, I would neglect with flat disdain. I'd give him liberty to toy And play with me, and co