Love You More
I love thee better than I love e’er a scurvy young boy of
them all.
-Henry IV Part 2,
Act II, Scene iv

When we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers…
This is the monstruosity in love.
^Troilus and Cressida,
Act III, Scene ii

And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
-As You Like It,
Act II, Scene vii

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme
and to be melancholy.
-Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act IV, Scene iii

In thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sigh’d upon a midnight pillow.
–As You Like It,
Act II, Scene iv