Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion
The summer's flower is to the summer sweetThough to itself it only live and die
The art of our necessities is strangeThat can make vile things precious.
She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorge...
Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
O, that this too too solid flesh would meltThaw and resolve itself into a dew!Or that the Everlasting had not fix'dHis canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,...
O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.-Helena
Now I will believe that there are unicorns...
No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the r...
Men must endureTheir going hence, even as their coming hither.Ripeness is all.
Love's stories written in love's richest books.To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
Love is not loveWhich alters when alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:Oh, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark,that looks on tempests and is never shaken.
Life... is a paradise to what we fear of death.
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play thefool no where but in's own house.
I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,My gay apparel for an almsman's gown,My figured goblets for a dish of wood,My scepter for a palmer's walking staffMy subjects...
I have drunk and seen the spider.
I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?
I do feel it gone, But know not how it went