These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My prophecy is but half his journey yet, For yonder walls, that pertly front your town, Yon towers, whose wanton tops do… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, lacking--God warn us!--matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
the fire seven times tried this; seven times tried that judgement is that did never choose amiss some there be that shadows… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“o here will i set of my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of innauspicious stars from this world wearied flesh eyes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. — 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
