These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Being daily swallowed by men's eyes, They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More… — 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
