Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven… — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no, it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and… — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
[Thine] face is not worth sunburning. William Shakespeare, Henry V — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
You speak an infinite deal of nothing. William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,… — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
The quality of mercy is not strained. It dropeth, as the gentle rain from heaven. It is twice blessed. It blesseth him that gives,… — William Shakespear 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, Romeo and… — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
Some are born great, others achieve greatness. William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
Conscience doth make cowards of us all. William Shakespeare, Hamlet — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
Thou art a very ragged Wart. William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2 — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
But then I sigh; and, with a piece of Scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe… — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
“One beautiful heart is better than thousand beautiful faces". So choose people having beautiful hearts rather than faces!” — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
Love is like a grades... Can be passed, can be failed. Sometimes incomplete. But my teacher said, for you to pass, you should learn. — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms! William Shakespeare, Henry IV: Part 1 — William Shakespear Copy Share Image
To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may… — William Shakespear Copy Share Image