Only Good
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
-Sonnet LVII (57)

So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
-Sonnet LVII (57)

Thou ever young, fresh, loved and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow.
–Timon of Athens,
Act IV, Scene iii

Who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make ‘s love known?
^Macbeth,
Act III, Scene iii

Thou hast made my heart
Too great for what contains it.
^Coriolanus,
Act V, Scene vi

Do you not love me? do you not, indeed?
Well, do not then; for since you love me not,
I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
-Henry IV Part I,
Act II Scene iii

The gifts she looks from me are pack’d and lock’d
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver’d.
-The Winter’s Tale,
Act IV, Scene iv