Love's mind of judgment rarely hath a taste: Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool’d to hear a night-shriek; and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste death but once. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again And make poor England weep in streams of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For conspiracy, I know not how it tastes, though it be dished For me to try how. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Being daily swallowed by men's eyes, They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent… — 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
