“Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, and, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Is it but this,—a tardiness in nature Which often leaves the history unspoke That it intends to do? My lord of Burgundy,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“In love? Out- Of love? Out of her favour where I am in love.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is a heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. - Mid-Summer's Night Dream — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love moderately. Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. *Love each other in moderation. That is the… — 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
