Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Two lovely berries molded on one stem: So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'So we grew together Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on… — 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
