Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me; For such as I am all true lovers are,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, while I live I'll fear no other thing So sore as keeping safe Nerissa's ring. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, Than… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am as true as truth's simplicity, And simpler than the infancy of truth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O constancy, be strong upon my side, Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue! I have a man's mind, but… — 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
