My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech. Were I but where 'tis spoken. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand which I love so well. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew, for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test; here, afore heaven, I ratify… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? Sleeping or waking, mad or well-advised? Known unto these, and to myself disguised?… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Confess yourself to heaven, Repent what's past, avoid what is to come, And do not spread the compost on the weeds To… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In love the heavens themselves do guide the state; Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But virtue never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When beggars die, there are no comets seen; the heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What should such fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast, Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“And yet by heaven I think my love as rare / as any that she belie with false compare” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Look how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold!” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them And show the heavens… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“and when he dies, cut him out in little stars, and the face of heaven will be so fine that all the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy… — 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
