“Where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now all the youth of England are on fire, And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies; Now thrive the armorers, and honor's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do not give dalliance too much rein; the strongest oaths are straw to the fire in the blood. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire. — 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, let shame… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire, Begin it with weak straws. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night And, for the day, confin'd to fast in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like moulten lead.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention. — 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
This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger as the flint bears fire; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spank, And… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The fire of love always burns itself out, and nothing stays the way it began. Even a good thing can grow too… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am ashes where I once was fire, And the bard in my bosom is dead; What I loved I now merely… — 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