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
When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony. — 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
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
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. — 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
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite. — 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 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
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
Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving, — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
An earnest conjuration from the King, As England was his faithful tributary, As love between them like the palm might flourish, As… — 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
