My soul is in the sky.
More matter with less art.
Men should be what they seem.
Love is merely a madness.
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall...
Look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under it.
Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Leben ist nur ein wandelnd Schattenbild;Ein armer Komödiant, der spreizt und knirschtSein Stündchen auf der Bühn' und dann nicht mehr Vernommen wird; ein Märchen ist's, erzählt Von einem Dummkopf voll...
Lady, you are the cruel'st she aliveIf you will lead these graces to the graveAnd leave the world no copy.
It is not night when I do see your face,Therefore I think I am not in the night;Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,For you in my respect are all the world:Then how can it be said I am alone,Whe...
It is excellent / To have a giant's strenght / But it is tyrannous / To use it like a giant(Isabella)
In such business
In jest, there is truth.
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note; But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise, Who in despite of view is pleased to dote; Nor are mine ears with...
If after every tempest come such calms,May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
I, measuring his affections by my own,Which then most sought where most might not be found,Being one too many by my weary self,Pursued my humor not pursuing his,And gladly shunned who gladly fled from...
I'll not meddle with it. It makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbor's wife but it detects him. 'Tis a blu...
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
I have supped full with horrors.
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?