Good evening, and welcome to a very special Valentine's Day edition of Bedtime with Babish.

Tonight I'll be reading some poems about you guessed it, fishing, I mean love.

Why don't we start with William Shakespeare's Immortal Sonnet 18?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day, thou art more lovely and more temperate?

Rough winds to shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all to short a date.

Some time to hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold complexion dimmed,

and every fair from fair some time declines, by chance or nature's changing course untrimmed.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou oest, nor

shall death brag thou wanderst in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou growest,

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

And now I loved you first, but afterwards your love, by Christina Rosetti.

I loved you first, but afterwards your love, out soaring mine, saying such a lofty

or song, as drowned the friendly cooings of my dove, which owes the other the most my

love was long, and yours one moment seemed to wax more strong.

I loved and guessed at you, you construed me, and loved me for what might or might not

be, nay, waits and measures do us both a wrong, for verily love knows not mine or thine,

with separate eye and vow free love has done, for one is both and both are one in love.

Rich love knows not of thine that is not mine.

Both have the strength and both have the length thereof, both of us of the one which makes

us one.

And now Bright Star would I were steadfast as thou art by John Keats.

Bright Star would I were steadfast as thou art, not in lone splendor hung aloft the night,

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