Light seeking light doth light of light beguile: So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Women are angels, wooing: Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing: That she beloved knows naught, that knows not… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his… — 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
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased, The which observed, a man may prophesy,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself… — 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
