Choose Love
Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your eyes, where I o’erlook
Love’s stories written in love’s richest book.
— A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act II, Scene ii

Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your eyes, where I o’erlook
Love’s stories written in love’s richest book.
— A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act II, Scene ii

I do desire we may be better strangers.
–As You Like It,
Act III, Scene ii

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
–The Merchant of Venice,
Act I, Scene i

The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades when speaking fails.
–The Winter’s Tale,
Act II, Scene ii

Keep thy friend under thy own life’s key.
–All’s Well That Ends Well,
Act I, Scene i

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act II, Scene i

Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service.
–The Tempest,
Act III, Scene i