Quote by William Shakespeare Download Open image ““Call me what instrume you will,though you can fret me,yet you cannot play upon me.”” — William Shakespeare ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me.” — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“I will tie you up, sometimes in very intricate, time-consuming bondage. I will suspend you from things. I will play with and tease and… — Sayara St. Clair Copy Share Image
“I promise to stand by you and not run away when things get tough,” I told him solemnly. “I promise to always talk to… — J. Sterling Copy Share Image
“He can crumple me up or exalt me, He can do anything He chooses.” — Oswald Chambers Copy Share Image
“And I don’t throw tantrums. I just voice my displeasure in a loud manner.” — Maya Banks Copy Share Image
“I will carry you kicking and screaming like a child then spank you. We can do this my way or yours.” — J.L. Sheppard Copy Share Image
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“I don’t make excuses for what I am, or what I do. I play hard. I love hard, and I fuck even harder, Syn.… — Amelia Hutchins Copy Share Image
“I've learned to let my characters speak and act the way they want to! I've tried to interfere but they just get angry at… — Shandy L. Kurth Copy Share Image
“I’m going to piss you off a lot, Ally. I’m going to mess up, say the wrong things, be crazy jealous, and annoy the… — Suzanne Wright 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
