Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give ... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye; But in that crystal scales let there… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where… — 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
