Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties

He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts. (Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost, IV)

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano!

Gently to hear, kindly to judge.

Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.