Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And yet by heaven I think my love as rare / as any that she belie with false compare Sonnett CXXX, ll, 13-14 — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“By love that first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is not love which alters when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove O no! it is an ever… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But love that comes too late, Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried, To the great sender turns a sour offense, Crying, 'That's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love; we cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
An earnest conjuration from the King, As England was his faithful tributary, As love between them like the palm might flourish, As… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come, gentle night, come loving, black-browed night, Give me my Romeo. And when I shall die, take him and cut him out… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Marry, if you would put me to verses or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid me: for the one,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars… — 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
