Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The Dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service; Are they inform'd of this? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise Are still… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You are my true and honourable wife; As dear to me as the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com'st. Suppose the singing birds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father refuse thy name, thou art thyself thou not a montegue, what is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving, — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that… — 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
