Love’s Sighs
Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were temper’d with Love’s sighs.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act IV, Scene iii

Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were temper’d with Love’s sighs.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act IV, Scene iii

Love is a familiar; Love is a devil:
There is no evil angel but Love.
-Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act I, Scene ii

And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act IV, Scene iii

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

Love doth approach disguised,
Armed in arguments; you’ll be surprised.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act V, Scene ii

O, let us embrace!
As true we are as flesh and blood can be:
The sea will ebb and flow, heaven show his face;
Young blood doth not obey an old decree
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act IV, Scene iii

O, but for my love, day would turn to night!
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act I, Scene iii