My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks, and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages, long… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come now, what masques, what dances shall we have To wear away this long age of three hours Between our after-supper and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's rosemary and rue. These keep Seeming and savor all the winter long. Grace and remembrance be to you. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As I hope For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den, The most… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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
Live loath'd and long, Most smiling, smooth, detested parasites, Courteous destroyers, affable wolves, meek bears, You fools of fortune, trencher friends, time… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood… — 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
