Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward, But then woos best when most his choice is froward. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This the curse of service: Preferment goes by letter and affection, and not by old gradation, where each second stood heir to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affection, Figures pedantical--these summer flies Have blown me full of maggot ostentation. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? ...If you poison us, do we not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to th's first. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with die… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows… — 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 Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — 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 nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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 Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
