You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel: leave you your… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace; and it better fits my blood to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That is my home of love: if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Orsino. How dost thou like this tune? Viola. It gives a very echo to the seat Where love is throned. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou hast her, France; let her be thine, for we Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Be patient till the last. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseththe disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother. — 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
