I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of love, make up my sum. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Besides, our nearness to the King in love Is near the hate of those love not the King. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told: Therefore I lie with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As love is full of unbefitting strains, All wanton as a child, skipping and vain, Form'd by the eye and therefore, like… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“By love that first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love And on my eyelids shall conjecture hang, To turn all beauty into… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward, But then woos best when most his choice is froward. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet, do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young. — 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
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love; we cannot call her winds and waters, sighs and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O,come,be buried A second time within these arms (They embrace)” — 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
