The heavenly-harness'd team Begins his golden progress in the east. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This rough magic I here abjure and when I have required some heavenly music, which even now I do, to work mine… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
On your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness, Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep As… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit of our own behavior,--we make… — 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
