He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come. And let my liver rather heat with wine, than my heart cool with mortifying… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To be in love- where scorn is bought with groans, Coy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment's mirth With twenty watchful,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low:… — 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
