Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The violence of either grief or joy, their own enactures with themselves destroy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? What masque, what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time if not with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast, Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These violents delights have violent ends And in there triumph die like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss consume. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . .… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some glory in their birth , some in their skill , Some in their wealth , some in their bodies' force ,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, And to that woman, when… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud; And after summer evermore succeeds Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold: So cares… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou has no name to be known by, let us call thee devil…O God, that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight — 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
