It is a heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Of all the wonders that I have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing death, a necessary… — 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
