“Our nearness to the king in love is nearness to those who love not the king.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“We cannot fight for love as men may do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know / When though didst hate him worst, thou loved’st him better / Than… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do. It cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What say you, can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast. Read o'er the volume of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Give me a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, but seeming so, for my peculiar end: for when my outward action… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time… — 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
