Aspire
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspect
And puts apparel on my tatter’d loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee.
–Sonnet XXVI (26)

Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspect
And puts apparel on my tatter’d loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee.
–Sonnet XXVI (26)

But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive.
—Sonnet XIV (14)

I do protest I never loved myself
Till now infixed I beheld myself
Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.
–King John,
Act II, Scene i

O… that thou didst
know how many fathom deep I am in love!
But it cannot be sounded;
my affection hath an unknown bottom.
—As You Like It,
Act IV, Scene i

And my love indeed,
For who love I so much?
And now who knows
But you…whether I am yours?
–The Merchant of Venice,
Act II, Scene vi

Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your eyes, where I o’erlook
Love’s stories written in love’s richest book.
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act II, Scene ii