Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man. — 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
The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With… — 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
Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
. . . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The sweets we wish for, turn to loathed sours, Even in the moment that we call them ours. — 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
