“Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Anger is like A full hot horse, who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger as the flint bears fire; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spank, And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Man, proud man, dressed in a little brief authority, like an angry ape, play such fantastic tricks before high heaven as make… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills Requires slow… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be, receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up. Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb? I am no baby, I, that with base prayers I should repent the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
