The sweets we wish for, turn to loathed sours, Even in the moment that we call them ours. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art… — 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
Myself--a prince by fortune of my birth, Near to the king in blood, and near in love Till you did make him… — 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
