Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Benvolio- "By my head, here come the Capulets." Mercutio- "By my heel, I care not. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
