I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“what? drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word as I hate Hell, all Montagues, and thee” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oppose not rage while rage is in its force, but give it way a while and let it waste. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Besides, our nearness to the King in love Is near the hate of those love not the King. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving, — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“the hate I bear thee can afford no better term then this: thou art a villian.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Bassanio: Do all men kill all the things they do not love? Shylock: Hates any man the thing he would not kill?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do not tell me, for I've heard it all, there is too much to do with hate, but much more to do… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Gloucester, we have done deeds of charity, made peace of enmity, fair love of hate, between these swelling wrong-incensed peers. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love thyself last, cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O, but with mine compare… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For their love Llies in their purses, and whoso empties them By so much fills their hearts with deadly hate.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The mightier man, the mightier is the thing That makes him honored or begets him hate; For greatest scandal waits on greatest… — 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
