As You Like It
Rosalind lacks then the love
Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one:
Shall we be sunder'd? shall we part, sweet girl? (1.3.16)
O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her!
I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.
No, Corin, being old thou canst not guess. (2.4.1)
And I mine. I remember, when I was in love I broke
my sword upon a stone and bid him take that for
coming a-night to Jane Smile; and I remember the
kissing of her batlet and the cow's dugs that her
pretty chopt hands had milked; (2.4.4)