It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The devil knew what he did when he made men politic; he crossed himself by it. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The weary sun hath made a golden set And by the bright tract of his fiery car Gives token of a goodly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We are such stuff as dreams are made of. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine And made no deeper wounds? — 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
We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines:… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty. — 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
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
