Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving… — 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
