Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“All causes shall give way: I am in blood Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption; Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man; Snakes in my heart-blood warm'd, that sing my heart;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death. — 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
