There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Let us not burthen our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Lay these Bones in an unworthy Urn, Tombless, with no Remembrance over them.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Jesu, Jesu, the mad days that I have spent! And to see how many of my old acquaintance are dead! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before: The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a… — 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
