“Mad I call it, for to define true madness, what is't to be nothing else but mad?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
ROSS You must have patience, madam. LADY MACDUFF He had none: His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Our fears… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How strange or odd some'er I bear myself, As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I will be brief: your noble son is mad: Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't but to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But there is no such man; for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel;… — 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
Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The venom clamours of a jealous woman, Poisons more deadly than a mad dog’s tooth. It seems his sleeps were hinder’d by… — 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
