I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So may I, blind fortune leading me, Miss that which one unworthier may attain, And die with grieving. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband. BEATRICE Not till God make men of some other… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry. But were we burd'ned with like weight… — 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
