Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward, But then woos best when most his choice is froward. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish her election, Sh'ath sealed thee for herself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis often seen Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds A native slip to us from foreign lands. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens 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 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
