When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also change. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And writers say, as the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Beatrice. But for which of my good parts did you first sufferlove for me? Benedick. Suffer love! A goodepithet. I do suffer… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. Mercutio: If love be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland man; one that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I know love is begun by time, And that I see, in passages of proof, Time qualifies the spark and fire of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye; But in that crystal scales let there… — 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
Myself--a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the king in blood, and near in love Till you did make him… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts... There’s fennel for you, and columbines; there’s… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which… — 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
