Jack of Hearts
Thou ever young, fresh, loved and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow.
–Timon of Athens,
Act IV, Scene iii

Thou ever young, fresh, loved and delicate wooer,
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow.
–Timon of Athens,
Act IV, Scene iii

Pray you, who does the wolf love?
^Coriolanus,
Act II, Scene i

Who could refrain,
That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Courage to make ‘s love known?
^Macbeth,
Act III, Scene iii

Thou hast made my heart
Too great for what contains it.
^Coriolanus,
Act V, Scene vi

Do you not love me? do you not, indeed?
Well, do not then; for since you love me not,
I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
-Henry IV Part I,
Act II Scene iii

The gifts she looks from me are pack’d and lock’d
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver’d.
-The Winter’s Tale,
Act IV, Scene iv

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love.
^Macbeth,
Act I, Scene vi