Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. Do not extort thy reasons… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That strain again! It had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff… — 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
