For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So many miseries have craz'd my voice, That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, headstrong liberty is lashed with woe. There's nothing situate under heaven's eye But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Would I were dead, if God's good will were so, For what is in this world but grief and woe? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Like a red morn that ever yet betokened, Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more… — 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
If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow. Come, mourn with me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe — 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
