We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.
They do not love that do not show their love.
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.