World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, World's cruelty is bitter bane; But pain is not the fruit of pain.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways./ I love thee to the depth and breadth and height / My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight / For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.