There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.
Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love
You shall more command with years than with your weapons.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Love adds a precious seeing to the eye.
A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)