Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet but three come one more. Two of both kinds make up four. Ere she comes curst and sad. Cupid is a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Senior Junior, giant dwarf...Cupid. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over low'ring hills. Therefore do… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And, in strong proff of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing'd cupid painted blind. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love us not seen with the eyes, but with the mind. Therefore, there is winged Cupid painted blind. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“She’ll not be hit With Cupid’s arrow. She hath Dian’s wit, And, in strong proof of chastity well armed, From love’s weak,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with… — 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
