Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. - William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

"Women may fall when there's no strength in men.Act II"

"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."

"These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triump die, like fire and powderWhich, as they kiss, consume"

"O, hereWill I set up my everlasting rest,And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O youThe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kissA dateless bargain to engrossing death!"

"Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)"