“And whatsomever else shall hap tonight, give it an understanding but no tongue, I will requit your love. So, fare your well.… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift, but none of love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Of all the fair resort of gentlemen That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion which is worthiest love? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Is this a prologue or a posy of a ring? Ophelia: Tis brief, my lord Hamlet: As woman's love.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Who are you? Tell me for more certainty. Albeit, I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lorenzo: Lorenzo, and thy love.… — 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
