Love’s Arms
Love’s arms are peace, ‘gainst rule, ‘gainst sense, ‘gainst shame,
And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears.
–A Lover’s Complaint

Love’s arms are peace, ‘gainst rule, ‘gainst sense, ‘gainst shame,
And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears.
–A Lover’s Complaint

And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act IV, Scene iii

So true love should do: it cannot speak;
For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.
–Two Gentlemen of Verona,
Act II, Scene ii

Affection is a coal that must be cool’d;
Else, suffer’d, it will set the heart on fire
The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none.
—Venus and Adonis

Love…an eternal plant,
Whereof the root was fix’d in virtue’s ground,
The leaves and fruit maintain’d with beauty’s sun,
Exempt from envy.
^Henry VI Part 3,
Act III, Scene iii