“I do love thee so, That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I Love thee, I love but thee. With a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold, and the stars… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“By heaven, I love thee better than myself, For I come hither arm'd against myself.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, indeed, for I love thee against my will. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. Do not extort thy reasons… — 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
