My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love and meekness, lord, Become a churchman better than ambition: Win straying souls with modesty again, Cast none away. — 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
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And, in strong proff of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart; And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts Provokes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Die Welt ist nirgends außer diesen Mauern; Nur Fegefeuer, Qual, die Hölle selbst. Von hier verbannt, ist aus der Welt verbannt, Und… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, Than… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an… — 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
