Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills Requires slow… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them." Viola: "Thy reason, man?" Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Truly the souls of men are full of dread: Ye cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: to fear the worst oft cures the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Do not banish reason for inequality; but let your reason serve to make the truth appear where it seems hid, and hide… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no. — 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