Art thou gone too? All comfort go with thee, For none abides with me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be collected. No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart There's no harm done. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O my good lord, that comfort comes too late, 'Tis like a pardon after execution. That gentle physic, given in time, had… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But there is no such man; for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
. . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . .… — 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
