My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose, In piteous chase. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line That may discover such… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her gallèd eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lords, knights and gentlemen, what I should say My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, Ye see I drink the water… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When I got enough confidence, the stage was gone. When I was sure of losing, I won. When I needed people the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears. But yet it is our trick, let shame… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I… — 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
Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin… — 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
Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed… — 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
O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like moulten lead.” — 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
