On Holy Wars

For that same word, rebellion, did divide
The action of their bodies from their souls;
And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,
As men drink potions, that their weapons only
Seem'd on our side; but, for their spirits and souls,
This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
As fish are in a pond. But now the bishop
Turns insurrection to religion:
Supposed sincere and holy in his thoughts,
He's followed both with body and with mind;
And doth enlarge his rising...

The Winter's Tale

Forget Twilight; when it comes to romance, Shakespeare makes the ladies swoon:

When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that.

- The Winter's Tale, Act iv. Sc. 4.