I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
My soul is in the sky.
When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
Me, poor man, my library was dukedom large enough.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey’d monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
These violent delights have violent ends.
God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid’s wings and soar with them above a common bound.