My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
Alacke, there lies more perill in thine eye,
Then twenty of their swords, looke thou but sweete,
And I am proofe against their enmity.
My life were better ended by their hate,
Then death proroged wanting of thy Love.
It was the Nightingale, and not the LarkeWilliam Shakespeare in Romeo and Juliet