They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them
William ShakespeareGo, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy shee.
William ShakespeareO thou that dost inhabit in my breast, leave not the mansion so long tenantless; lest, growing ruinous, the building fall and leave no memory of what it was!
William ShakespeareBeing daily swallowed by men's eyes, They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. So, when he had occasion to be seen, He was but as the cuckoo is in June. Heard, not regarded.
William ShakespeareNature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.
William ShakespeareIf thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd
William ShakespeareStay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first: anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England Can advise me like you: be to yourself As you would to your friend.
William ShakespeareGives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects treachery?
William ShakespeareSome men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.
William ShakespeareThere is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
William ShakespeareCorruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.
William ShakespeareWhen I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
William ShakespeareThe will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
William ShakespeareWoe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
William ShakespeareAnd therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd
William ShakespeareIf the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.
William ShakespearePardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object.
William ShakespeareLove's not love When it is mingled with regards that stand Aloof from th' entire point.
William Shakespeare