Love Her
Beshrew me, but I love her heartily.
–The Merchant of Venice,
Act II, Scene vi

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand
And clap thyself my love: then didst thou utter ‘I am yours for ever.’
–The Winter’s Tale,
Act I, Scene ii

I woo’d thee with my sword,
And won thy love, doing thee injuries;
But I will wed thee in another key,
With pomp, with triumph and with revelling.
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i

For love is still most precious in itself.
–Two Gentlemen of Verona,
Act II, Scene vi

For revels, dances, masks and merry hours
Forerun fair Love, strewing her way with flowers.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost
Act IV, Scene iii

Indeed the top of admiration! Worth
What’s dearest to the world!…O you,
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of every creature’s best!
–The Tempest,
Act III, Scene i

Love’s strong passion is impress’d in youth:
By our remembrances of days foregone.
–All’s Well That Ends Well,
Act I, Scene iii