Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen can passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish'd himself the heaven's breath.
Act IV, scene 3. Song.
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be melancholy.
Act IV, scene 3, line 10.
You would for paradise break faith and troth,
And Jove, for your love, would infringe an oath.
Act IV, scene 3, line 143.
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.
A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound.
Act IV, scene 3, line 334.
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste:
For valour, is not Love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Act IV, scene 3, line 339.
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Upon this hint I spake;
She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd,
And I lov'd her, that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have us'd:
Here comes the lady; let her witness it.
Act I, scene 3, line 166.
Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
Act III, scene 3, line 89.
What! keep a week away? seven days and nights?
Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours,
More tedious than the dial eight score times?
O, weary reckoning!
Act III, scene 4, line 173.
If heaven would make me such another world
Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
I'ld not have sold her for it.
Act V, scene 2, line 144.
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate
Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplexed in the extreme: of one, whose hand
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away,
Richer than all his tribe: of one, whose subdued eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum.
Act V, scene 2, line 383. ("Base Indian" is "base Judean" in first folio).
Act I, scene 1 ("uncharmed" instead of "unharmed" in Folio and early editions).
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs;
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in a lover's eyes;
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Act I, scene 1, line 196.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs
Being purged, the fire in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Act 1, scene 1.
Steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks.
Act I, scene 5. Chorus at end. (Not in Folio).
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
Cry but—"Ay me!" pronounce but "love" and "dove."
Act II, scene 1, line 9.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
Act II, scene 2, line 23.
O, Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou, Romeo?
Act II, scene 2, line 33.
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt.
Act II, scene 2, line 67.
At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs.
Act II, scene 2, line 92.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee
The more I have, for both are infinite.
Act II, scene 2, line 133.
Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
Act II, scene 2, line 156.
It is my soul that calls upon my name;
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like soft music to attending ears.
Act II, scene 2, line 165.
'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Act II, scene 2, line 177.
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Act II, scene 2, line 184.
Love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Driving back shadows over louring hills;
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Act II, scene 5, line 4.
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Act II, scene 6, line 14.
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him, and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine,
And all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Act I, scene I, line 1.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute!
Act I, scene 1, line 9.
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
Act II, scene 3, lines 44-45.
Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.
Act II, scene 4, line 37.
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek; she pin'd in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
Act II, scene 4, line 114.
Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better.