What e'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But fish not with this melancholy bait For this fool gudgeon, this opinion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; not… — 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
