Food of Love
If music be the food of love, play on.
–Twelfth Night,
Act I, Scene i

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
-Twelfth Night,
Act III, Scene i

For such as I am all true lovers are,
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is beloved.
–Twelfth Night,
Act II, Scene iv

O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming…
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
-Twelfth Night,
Act II, Scene iii

With adorations, fertile tears,
With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.
-Twelfth Night,
Act I , Scene v

Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:
Love-thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.
-Twelfth Night,
Act I, Scene i