Already Yours
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all.
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
–Sonnet XL (40)

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all.
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
–Sonnet XL (40)

And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of monsters and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect best.
–Sonnet CXIV (114)

And, that my love may appear plain and free,
All that was mine…I give to thee.
— Two Gentlemen of Verona,
Act V, Scene iv

My love is thine to teach: teach it but how,
And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn
— Much Ado About Nothing,
Act I, Scene i

And, for your lovely sake,
Give me your hand and say you will be mine.
–Measure for Measure,
Act V, Scene i

For know, my love, as easy mayest thou fall
A drop of water in the breaking gulf,
And take unmingled that same drop again,
Without addition or diminishing,
As take from me thyself and not me too.
–The Comedy of Errors,
Act II, Scene ii

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground.
–Sonnet LXXV (75)