What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I lose my honor, I lose myself: better I were not yours Than yours so branchless. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What e'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I would not lose so great an honor As one man more methinks would share with me For the best hope I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Direct not him whose way himself will choose; 'Tis breath not lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ruin has taught me to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Reason thus with life: If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then know, that I have little wealth to lose. A man I am, crossed with adversity; My riches are these poor habiliments,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The bay-trees in our country are all withered, And meteors fright the fixèd stars of heaven. The pale-faced moon looks bloody on… — 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
