Poet’s Lament
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme
and to be melancholy.
-Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act IV, Scene iii

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme
and to be melancholy.
-Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act IV, Scene iii

The gifts she looks from me are pack’d and lock’d
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver’d.
-The Winter’s Tale,
Act IV, Scene iv

She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss
She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink she won me to her love.
-Taming of the Shrew,
Act II, Scene i

I swear by that which I will lose for thee,
To prove him false that says I love thee not.
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene ii

And stand indebted, over and above,
In love and service to you evermore.
–The Merchant of Venice,
Act V, Scene i

If you’ll a willing ear incline,
What’s mine is yours and what is yours is mine.
–Measure for Measure,
Act V, Scene i

In thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sigh’d upon a midnight pillow.
–As You Like It,
Act II, Scene iv