Quotes About Devotion

William Shakespeare

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle's.

I would not wish Any companion in the world but you, Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

Out of her favour, where I am in love.

Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.

How does he love me? With adoration, with fertile tears, With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.

We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.

I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.

Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

Time goes on crutches till love have all his rites.

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved

O my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

A thousand times good night. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you did My heart fly to your service, there resides to make me slave to it, and for your sake Am I this patient log-man.

By this hand, I love thee. Beatrice Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it.

Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers.

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ...

Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip The anvil of my sword, and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.

If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.

Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter; dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty, beyond waht can be valued, rich or rare; no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found; a love that makes breath poor, and speech unable; beyond all manner of so much I love you.

I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty according to my bond; no more no less.

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, both are infinite.