Reckless
Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
It is enough I may but call her mine.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene vi

Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
It is enough I may but call her mine.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene vi

My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene ii

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:
What is it else? A madness most discreet.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act I, Scene i

Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess’d,
When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy!
-Romeo and Juliet,
Act V, Scene i

O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene ii

By heaven, I love thee better than myself.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act V, Scene iii

Love’s heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun’s beams,
Driving back shadows over louring hills.
–Romeo and Juliet,
Act II, Scene v