When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess! — 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
Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." - — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. — 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
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it… — 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
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is your master, for he masters you; And he that is so yoked by a fool Methinks should not be chronicled… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men… — 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… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and… — 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
Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is blind, it stops lovers seeing the silly things they do. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite. — 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
