• Some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps
    ~ William Shakespeare
  • She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared
    ~ William Shakespeare
  • Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.
    ~ William Shakespeare
  • Perdition catch my soul, but I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again
    ~ William Shakespeare
  • My love admits no qualifying dross
    ~ William Shakespeare
  • O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell
    ~ William Shakespeare
  • O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day
    ~ William Shakespeare
  • Now my love is thaw'd; which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was
    ~ William Shakespeare
  • My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite
    ~ William Shakespeare
  • Love`s reason`s without reason
    ~ William Shakespeare
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