If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. William Shakespeare
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night... William Shakespeare
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night...
Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues. William Shakespeare
Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues.
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy. William Shakespeare
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
These violent delights have violent ends And in triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume William Shakespeare
These violent delights have violent ends And in triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume
Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married William Shakespeare
Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. William Shakespeare
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. William Shakespeare
Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.
true apothecary thy drugs art quick William Shakespeare
true apothecary thy drugs art quick
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. William Shakespeare
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.
What's in a name, anyway? That which we call a nose by any other name would still smell. William Shakespeare
What's in a name, anyway? That which we call a nose by any other name would still smell.
Out of her favour, where I am in love. William Shakespeare
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
