I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.
William ShakespeareTalking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.
William ShakespeareOrpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
William ShakespeareDoubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
William ShakespeareFor death remembered should be like a mirror, Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.
William ShakespeareThe iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch'd.
William ShakespeareDo you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?
William Shakespeare'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
William ShakespeareThat is not the best sermon which makes the hearers go away talking to one another and praising the speaker, but which makes them go away thoughtful and serious, and hastening to be alone.
William ShakespeareI am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
William ShakespeareFor I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas
William ShakespeareO no, thy love though much, is not so great, It is my love that keeps mine eye awake, Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake. For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near.
William ShakespeareGLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.
William ShakespeareThy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.
William ShakespeareNor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself.
William ShakespeareMy crown is in my heart, not on my head; not decked with diamonds and Indian stones, nor to be seen: my crown is called content, a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
William Shakespeare