Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward, But then woos best when most his choice is froward. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Vini, Vici, Vidi (I came, I saw, I conquered). - Julius Caesar — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The love of wicked men converts to fear; That fear to hate, and hate turns one or both To worthy danger and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thy tongue Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd, Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower, With ravishing division,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“And while thou livest, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy; for he perforce must do thee right, because… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Under love’s heavy burden do I sink. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What's in the brain, that ink may character, Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit? What's new to speak, what… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“And now, tell me, for which of my bad qualities did you first fall in love with me?’ ‘All of them together,’… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Sebastian says modestly that though his twin resembled him very much , she was reputed to be beautiful. But more importantly, she… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The fire of love always burns itself out, and nothing stays the way it began. Even a good thing can grow too… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering… — 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
