“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why, that is nothing: for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
the fire seven times tried this; seven times tried that judgement is that did never choose amiss some there be that shadows… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet It is our trick; nature her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in't.” — 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
