With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness; Or, if you… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some sins do bear their privilege on earth, And so doth yours: your fault was not your folly; Needs must you lay… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel: leave you your… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No villainous bounty yet hath passed my heart; Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be in love- where scorn is bought with groans, Coy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment's mirth With twenty watchful,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A good leg will fall, a straight back will stoop, a black beard will turn white, a curled pate will grow bald,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st to my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For a noble heart, the most precious gift becomes poor, when the giver stops loving. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of… — 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
