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

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

Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
–Sonnet LXXXVIII (88)

You should account me the more virtuous
That I have not been common in my love.
-Coriolanus,
Act II, Scene iii