Though this be madness, yet there is method in't. William Shakespeare
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions! William Shakespeare
When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. William Shakespeare
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
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.
Conscience doth make cowards of us all. William Shakespeare
Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
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.
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...
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.
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.
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. William Shakespeare
This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
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
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. William Shakespeare
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.