Quotes from William Shakespeare

Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath.

A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.

Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won?

Is she not passing fair?

I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.

It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.

The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!

And she's fair I love.

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared

My love admits no qualifying dross

Love's reason's without reason

I may command where I adore.

O hell! to choose love with another's eye.

All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.

O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!

How much salt water thrown away in waste/ To season love, that of it doth not taste.

He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts. (Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost, IV)

The one I love is the son of the one I hate! -Juliet p. 75

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.