Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing: That she beloved knows naught, that knows not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . .… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These violent delights have violent ends,And in their triumph die,like fire and powder,Wich , as they kiss, consume... — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes, And you whose places are… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To business that we love we rise betime And go to it with delight — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To business that we love we rise betime, and go to't with delight. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast, Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy than to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts... There’s fennel for you, and columbines; there’s… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Naught's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content. 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Reflection is the business of man; a sense of his state is his first duty: but who remembereth himself in joy? Is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These violents delights have violent ends And in there triumph die like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss consume. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Rouse him:—make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, And, though he in a fertile climate… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But here's the joy: my friend and I are one... Then she loves but me alone! — 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
