Hypnotic
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

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

My spirit grows heavy in love.
– Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act I, Scene ii

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