What, gone without a word?

Ay, so true love should do, it cannot speak,

For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, ii. 2.

Violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume:

Therefore love moderately; long love doth so ;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Romeo and Juliet, ii. 6.

March 22d.

She's an excellent sweet lady.

Much Ado about Nothing, ii. 3.

Never durst poet touch a pen to write

Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs.

Love's Labour Lost, iv. 3.

Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears:

Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.

Midsummer-Night's Dream, iii. 2.

You have my consent. Let your wedding be to

morrow.

As You Like It, v. 2.

Well thou know'st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.

O love,

Be moderate; allay thy ecstasy;

Sonnets, cxxxi.

In measure rein thy joy; scant this excess.
I feel too much thy blessing: make it less,
For fear I surfeit.

Merchant of Venice, iii. 2.

March 24th.

What my love is, proof hath made you know.

Hamlet, iii. 2.

Which of you shall we say doth love us most?

King Lear, i. 1.

Since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it.

Much Ado About Nothing, v. 4.

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Like true, inseparable, faithful loves,
Sticking together in calamity.

King John, iii. 4.

Come what sorrow can,

It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
That one short minute gives me in her sight.

Romeo and Juliet, ii. 6.

That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true; true, I have married her :
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more.

Othello, i. 3.

March 26th.

He is a very proper man.

Much Ado about Nothing, ii. 3.

Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain

odours on you!

Twelfth Night, iii. 1.

If, one by one, you wedded all the world,
Or from the all that are took something good,

To make a perfect woman, She would be unparallel'd.

Winter's Tale, v. 1.