Only to exasperate you; to awake your dormouse valour; to put fire in your heart and brimstone in your liver. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am ashes where I once was fire, And the bard in my bosom is dead; What I loved I now merely… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume — 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
“But I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like moulten lead.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning; One pain is less'ned by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward… — 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
I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night And, for the day, confin'd to fast in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why, that is nothing: for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The fire of love always burns itself out, and nothing stays the way it began. Even a good thing can grow too… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire, Begin it with weak straws. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do not give dalliance too much rein; the strongest oaths are straw to the fire in the blood. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. — 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
