Sweet Quotes by William Shakespeare

“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea…

— William Shakespeare

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

— William Shakespeare

Parting is such sweet sorrow

— William Shakespeare

Music can minister to minds diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and…

— William Shakespeare

The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.

— William Shakespeare

Sweet are the uses of adversity

— William Shakespeare

Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any…

— William Shakespeare

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

— William Shakespeare

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.

— William Shakespeare

If ever thou shalt love, In the sweet pangs of it remember me; For such as I am all true lovers are,…

— William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a…

— William Shakespeare

Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain.

— William Shakespeare

Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood…

— William Shakespeare

Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of…

— William Shakespeare

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

— William Shakespeare

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself…

— William Shakespeare

Sweets to the sweet.

— William Shakespeare

Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose. For whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed.

— William Shakespeare

Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud; Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown, Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.

— William Shakespeare

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly…

— William Shakespeare

Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her…

— William Shakespeare

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me…

— William Shakespeare

It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field…

— William Shakespeare

What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a…

— William Shakespeare

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

— William Shakespeare