Love’s Sighs
Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were temper’d with Love’s sighs.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act IV, Scene iii

Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were temper’d with Love’s sighs.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act IV, Scene iii

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap,
And be buried in thy eyes…
-Much Ado About Nothing,
Act V, Scene ii

Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am
in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.
–As You Like It,
Act IV, Scene i

Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love.
—As You Like It,
Act III, Scene ii

In kissing, do you render or receive?
The kiss you take is better than you give.
–Troilus and Cressida,
Act IV, Scene v

Love doth approach disguised,
Armed in arguments; you’ll be surprised.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act V, Scene ii