Reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.
— A Midsummer Night’s Dream, act 3, scene 1, Bottom
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,
Desire his death, which physic did expect.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly express’d;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
— Sonnet 147
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
— Love’s Labour’s Lost, act 1, scene 2, Don Adriano de Armado
Few love to hear the sins they love to act.
If music be the food of love; play on.
When valour preys on reason, it eats the sword it fights with.
— Antony and Cleopatra, act 3, scene 13, Domitius Enobarbus
They do not love that do not show their love.
— Two Gentlemen of Verona, act 1, scene 2, Julia
How can that be true love which is falsely attempted?
— Love’s Labour’s Lost, act 1, scene 2, Don Adriano de Armado
Who can sever love from charity?
— Love’s Labour’s Lost, act 4, scene 3, Biron
When love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
— Love’s Labour’s Lost, act 4, scene 3, Biron