O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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
These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder. — 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
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
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
“Where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.” — 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without… — 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
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
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
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
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
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire. — 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
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
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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
