Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Read o'er this And after, this, and then to breakfast with What appetite you have. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
One half of me is yours, the other half yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked than they loved than they sighed, no sooner sighed but they asked one… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If ever (as that ever may be near) you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, then shall you know… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not, I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world To play with mammets… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That strain again! It had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a… — 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
He was too good to be Where ill men were, and was the best of all Amongst the rar'st of good ones-… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Who are you? Tell me for more certainty. Albeit, I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lorenzo: Lorenzo, and thy love.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. Do not extort thy reasons… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows… — 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
