Only to exasperate you; to awake your dormouse valour; to put fire in your heart and brimstone in your liver. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain. Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire. Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow Of bragging horror. So shall inferior… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is a heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like… — 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
