Shakespeare love quotes

Here’s my collection of William Shakespeare love quotes and poetry excerpts. Often called England’s national poet and the “Bard of Avon”, his work includes about 38 plays,154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, two epitaphs on a man named John Combe, one epitaph on Elias James, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright


Shakespeare was a respected poet and playwright in his own day, but his reputation did not rise to its present heights until the 19th century. Many of his plays were published in editions of varying quality and accuracy during his lifetime. His plays remain highly popular today and are constantly studied, performed, and reinterpreted in diverse cultural and political contexts throughout the world.

Enjoy his beautiful work.

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.

(Romeo and Juliet, 2.2.139-41)

Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service.

(The Tempest, 3.1.60-3)

Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair,
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen can passage find;
That the lover, sick to death,
Wish’d himself the heaven’s breath.

(Love’s Labours Lost,4.3)

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
(As You Like It, 3.5.84)

This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

(Romeo and Juliet, 2.2.121-2)

But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?
Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.

(As You Like It,3.2, line 418)

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

(A Midsummer Night’s Dream, 1.1.231-2)

If thou remember’st not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved.

(As You Like It, 2.4.33-5)

But love that comes too late,
Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
To the great sender turns a sour offence.

(All’s Well That Ends Well,5.3 line 5)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
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.

(Sonnet 116)


Eternity was in our lips and eyes,
Bliss in our brows’ bent; none our parts so poor
But was a race of heaven.

(Antony and Cleopatra, 1.3.36-8)

This is the very ecstasy of love
Whose violent property foredoes itself,
And leads the will to desperate undertakings.

(Hamlet,2.1, line 102)

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.

(Hamlet, 1.2.123-6)

Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let
me die, for I have lived long enough.

(The Merry Wives of Windsor, 3.3.35-6)

Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.

(Sonnet 88)

But love, first learned in a lady’s eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain;
But, with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power,
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices.

(Love’s Labours Lost, 4.3.327-55)

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek.

(Romeo and Juliet, 2.2.23-5)

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

(The Merchant of Venice, 3.2.17-9)

The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
(As You Like It, 3.4.54)

I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause
But rather reason thus with reason fetter,
Love sought is good, but given unsought better.

(Twelfth Night, 3.1.151-6)

The prize of all too precious you.
(Sonnet 86)

But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?
Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.

(As You Like It,3.2, line 418)

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

(Sonnet 18)

This is the very ecstasy of love
Whose violent property foredoes itself,
And leads the will to desperate undertakings.

(Hamlet,2.1, line 102)

What made me love thee? Let that persuade thee
there’s something extraordinary in thee. I cannot: but I love thee; none
but thee; and thou deservest it.

(The Merry Wives of Windsor, 3.3.59…)

For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

(Sonnet 29)


All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

(Sonnet 43)

But, mistress, know yourself: down on your knees,
And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man’s love.

(As You Like It, 3.5.60-1)

Love is a smoke made with the fumes of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers’ tears;
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

(Romeo and Juliet, 1.1.191-5)

Love is a spirit all compact of fire.
(Venus and Adonis, 151)

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i’th’ bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?

(Twelfth Night, 2.4.115-120)