Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of… — 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
Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills Requires slow… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Anger is like A full hot horse, who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, His day's hot task hath ended in the west: The owl, night's herald, shrieks-'tis very… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The gods are deaf to hot and peevish vows. They are polluted off'rings, more abhorred! Than spotted livers in the sacrifice. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hot blood begets hot thoughts, And hot thoughts beget Hot deeds, And hot deeds is love. — 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
