She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pant And breathe short-winded accents… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking or sleeping, still my care hath been To have her match'd;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You have too much respect upon the world; They lose it that do buy it with much care — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants… — 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
