Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No particular scandal one can touch but it confounds the breather. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest ... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. — 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
