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And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days. William Shakespeare

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

Ay me! For aught that I ever could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. William Shakespeare

Base men being in love have them a nobility in their natures more than is native to them. William Shakespeare

But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they are jealous. William Shakespeare

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see, The pretty follies that themselves commit. William Shakespeare

By heaven, I do love; and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy. William Shakespeare

Cupid: his disgrace is to be called boy; but his glory is to subdue men. William Shakespeare

Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, As seek to quench the first of love with words. William Shakespeare

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love. William Shakespeare

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. William Shakespeare

For aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. William Shakespeare

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy mind, love, charity, obedience, and true duty! William Shakespeare

Hereafter in a better world than this I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. William Shakespeare

How wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently all humbled kiss the rod. William Shakespeare

I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die, Till the sun grows cold, And the stars grow old. William Shakespeare

I may command where I adore. William Shakespeare

If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me, For such as I am all true lovers are, Unsatid and skittish in all motions else, Save in the constant image of the creature, That is beloved. William Shakespeare

It is a greater grief, To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury. William Shakespeare

 

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