Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All in the morn betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your valentine. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye; But in that crystal scales let there… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Prosperina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon; daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and… — 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
