Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne’er be younger.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

“Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.”

“Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man’s son doth know.”

“Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.”

True love cannot be found where it truly does not exist, nor can it be hidden where it truly does.

“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.”

I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

“I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange?

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

O, when she’s angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.

“Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.”

“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.”

If music be the food of love, play on.