O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over low'ring hills. Therefore do… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blind is his love and best befits the dark- Benvolio (in Romeo and Juliet) — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“We cannot fight for love as men may do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours, Let's not confound the time with conference harsh.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage… — 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
