O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the hearts of desperate men!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliances are relieved, Or not at all. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Diseases desperate grown, By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning; One pain is less'ned by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the… — 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
