Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
God be prais'd, that to believing souls, Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righteousness whith out hope. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I say, there is no darkness but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the Egyptians in their fog.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms. — 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
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Brief as the lightning in the collied night; That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and Earth, And ere a man hath… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
May never glorious sun reflex his beams Upon the country where you make abode! But darkness and the gloomy shade of death… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile: So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O hell! to choose love by another's eyes!" "Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light, And flecked darkness like a drunkard… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey… — 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
