Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Shakespeare) br You're hot in spots and then you fade away.... br br Whoever loved who loved not at 'first' sight (Marlowe) br or even 'worst', depending on the light? br br O my Luve's like a red, red rose (Burns) br And tu-lips lie beneath her nose! br br How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. (E. B.