The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, From earth to heaven. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs; — 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
