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