Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah! do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquered woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come: so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might;
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.

All's Well That Ends Well (1600s)

Love all, trust a few,Do wrong to none

 

Hamlet (1600-02)

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

 

Love's Labour's Lost (c. 1595-96)

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.
A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound.

 

A Midsummer Night's Dream (c. 1595-96)

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

 

Romeo and Juliet (1597)

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs
Being purged, the fire in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.