And yet by heaven I think my love as rare / as any that she belie with false compare Sonnett CXXX, ll, 13-14 — 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
“But, love, hate on; for now I know thy mind. Those that can see, thou lov’st; and I am blind.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift, but none of love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Vini, Vici, Vidi (I came, I saw, I conquered). - Julius Caesar — 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
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world… — 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
“there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This the curse of service: Preferment goes by letter and affection, and not by old gradation, where each second stood heir to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change, For 'tis a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Of this sir-reverence love,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property fordoes itself And leads the will to desperate undertakings As oft as… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Benedick sat down on a bench. He would write a love poem to Beatrice. The god of love… He made up a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner As Phaethon would whip you to the west, And bring in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love's settled passions in my heart; And like as rigour of tempestuous gusts Provokes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Die Welt ist nirgends außer diesen Mauern; Nur Fegefeuer, Qual, die Hölle selbst. Von hier verbannt, ist aus der Welt verbannt, Und… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black and loving… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“So, either by thy picture or my love, Thy self away, art present still with me; For thou not farther than my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Can’t help it? Nonsense! What we are is up to us. Our bodies are like gardens and our willpower is like the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts… — 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
“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
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
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“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
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
