“Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Of this sir-reverence love,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts To courtship and such fair ostents of love As shall conveniently become you there. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
CLEOPATRA: If it be love indeed, tell me how much. ANTONY: There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. CLEOPATRA: I'll… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I read that I profess, the Art of Love. Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master of your art! Lucentio: While you,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“And yet by heaven I think my love as rare / as any that she belie with false compare” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The ultimate measure of love is not when both like each other Its when one ignores but the other continues to love… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The Foole doth thinke he is wise, but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The king is but a man, as I am; the violet smells to him as it doth to me; the element shows… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Æmilianus Shchekochikhin I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. Do not extort… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up… — 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
