Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down? — 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
If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The Foole doth thinke he is wise, but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole. — 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
Ha. "Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner." There's a double meaning in that. -Benedick (Much Ado) — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast. — 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
