O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Happy is your Grace That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation: To this point I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God! Who builds his hopes in air… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou hast her, France; let her be thine, for we Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood… — 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
