Everything, to You
I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee.
–Henry VI Part 3,
Act II, Scene iii

I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee.
–Henry VI Part 3,
Act II, Scene iii

Love…an eternal plant,
Whereof the root was fix’d in virtue’s ground,
The leaves and fruit maintain’d with beauty’s sun,
Exempt from envy.
^Henry VI Part 3,
Act III, Scene iii

That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
–Henry VI Part 3,
Act III, Scene ii

‘Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.
^Henry VI Part 3,
Act II, Scene i

I speak no more than what my soul intends;
And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.
–Henry VI Part 3,
Act III, Scene ii