Love is merely madness...

Quote by Shakespeare

Topics: Love Quotes

To be wise and love exceeds man's might.

To be wise and love exceeds man's might.

And makes me poor indeed.

And makes me poor indeed.

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who...

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who...

This is very midsummer madness

This is very midsummer madness

Vini, Vici, Vidi (I came, I saw, I conquered). - Julius Caesar

Vini, Vici, Vidi (I came, I saw, I conquered). - Julius Caesar

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay...

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay...

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

To be, or not to be: that is the question.

All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players.

All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his...

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his...

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.

Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone

Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone

A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows...

A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows...

Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.

Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.