What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose From the fair forehead… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be… — 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
