Temperance
O love,
Be moderate; allay thy ecstasy,
In measure rein thy joy; scant this excess.
I feel too much thy blessing: make it less,
For fear I surfeit.
-Merchant of Venice,
Act III, Scene ii

O love,
Be moderate; allay thy ecstasy,
In measure rein thy joy; scant this excess.
I feel too much thy blessing: make it less,
For fear I surfeit.
-Merchant of Venice,
Act III, Scene ii

What though the rose have prickles, yet ’tis pluck’d:
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,
Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.
–Venus and Adonis

Let your best love draw to that point,
which seeks best to preserve it.
^Antony and Cleopatra,
Act III, Scene iv

For love is still most precious in itself.
–Two Gentlemen of Verona,
Act II, Scene vi

Do keep your promises in love
But justly as you have exceeded all promise.
—As You Like It,
Act I, Scene ii

Love talks with better knowledge,
And knowledge with dearer love.
–Measure for Measure
Act III, Scene ii

If then true lovers have been ever cross’d,
It stands as an edict in destiny:
Then let us teach our trial patience,
Because it is a customary cross,
As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs.
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i