Reckless
Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
It is enough I may but call her mine.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene vi

Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
It is enough I may but call her mine.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene vi

With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast…
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art present still with me.
–Sonnet XLVII (47)

Thou art
The armourer of my heart.
–Antony and Cleopatra,
Act IV, Scene iv

Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
—Sonnet CXVI (116)

All thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love and thou
Hast strangely stood the test here, afore Heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift.
–The Tempest,
Act IV, Scene i

…for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say)
whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a
temperance that may give it smoothness.
^Hamlet,
Act III, Scene ii