One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For what is wedlock forced but a hell, An age of discord and continual strife? Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss, And is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They say, the tongues of dying men Enforce attention, like deep harmony; Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain; For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The language I have learnt these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo; And now my tongue's use is to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears;… — 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
