I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Being of no power to make his wishes good: His promises fly so beyond his state That what he speaks is all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Promising is the very air o' th' time; it opens the eyes of expectation. Performance is ever duller for his act; and,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ever note, Lucilius, When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most… — 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
