Sweet as Wine
No settled senses of the world can match
The pleasure of that madness….
For this affliction has a taste as sweet
As any cordial comfort.
-The Winter’s Tale,
Act V, Scene iii

No settled senses of the world can match
The pleasure of that madness….
For this affliction has a taste as sweet
As any cordial comfort.
-The Winter’s Tale,
Act V, Scene iii

You see how simple and how fond I am.
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene ii

And to imperial Love, that god most high,
Do my sighs stream.
–All’s Well That Ends Well,
Act II, Scene iii

Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift.
–Two Gentlemen of Verona,
Act II, Scene vi

My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act V, Scene ii