Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado) — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Don Pedro - (...)'In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.' Benedick - The savage bull may, but if ever the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise and too little for a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sweet Beatrice, wouldst thou come when I called thee? BEATRICE Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. BENEDICK O, stay but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. BENEDICK Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
DON PEDRO Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. BEATRICE Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Would it not grieve a woman to be over-mastered by a piece of valiant dust? to make an account of her life… — 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
