The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact. — 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
Yet, do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young. — 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
He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds,… — 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
“What say you to young Master Fenton? he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child understanding, it strikes a man… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O, if I say, you look upon this verse, When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What is thy body but a swallowing grave, Seeming to bury that posterity Which, by the rights of time, thou needs must… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods; since nought so stockish,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Let not my love be called idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet, heaven knows,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Benedick sat down on a bench. He would write a love poem to Beatrice. The god of love… He made up a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But love, first learnèd in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immurèd in the brain, But, with the motion of all elements,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Wonder of time,' quoth she, 'this is my spite, That, thou being dead, the day should yet be light. 'Since thou art… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Marry, if you would put me to verses or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid me: for the one,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I know not love' quoth he, 'nor will not know it, Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it. 'Tis… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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
“As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing replete with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give. The rose looks fair, but fairer… — 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
