Love you Quotes by William Shakespeare · Page 3

Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I…

— William Shakespeare

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap

— William Shakespeare

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

— William Shakespeare

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

— William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou…

— William Shakespeare

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

— William Shakespeare

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch…

— William Shakespeare

So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.

— William Shakespeare

And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd

— William Shakespeare

My love's more richer than my tongue.

— William Shakespeare

Tempt not a desperate man

— William Shakespeare

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end

— William Shakespeare

Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by

— William Shakespeare

The prize of all too precious you.

— William Shakespeare

You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame

— William Shakespeare

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

— William Shakespeare

Love goes toward love.

— William Shakespeare

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an…

— William Shakespeare

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me

— William Shakespeare

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet

— William Shakespeare

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

— William Shakespeare

I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip

— William Shakespeare

To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.

— William Shakespeare

Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties

— William Shakespeare

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

— William Shakespeare